Take me out to the ballgame. Throw me down on the ground. Buy me some panties and camoflauge. Run me down with a rusty old dodge and let`s root for good old America. If they don`t win, there`s no game, and scream Kill! Kill! Kill or be killed. Someone get my perscription filled. I`ve done nothing, and I`m all out of ideas. I`m bored of this dumb boring person I is. Oh, shit up a rope go buttfuck the pope with American Idol and Original Coke. I cram and cram until it all fits. I`m over excited, I`m painting with shit.
Believe what you see when they say that you won`t believe your eyes. A second chance to live, an early turn to die. Say `hi`. Look your best. Say `thank you`, `pardon me`. Bend down, grit your teeth. Steady, hands on knees. Feel it? Do you feel it? Yeah, that`s the way it always feels. Stand up and die trying, fainting, digging in dead heels.
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