| Lyrics: | Right before the aftermath, I saw where it would end.
They said it was an accident, I guess
that all depends
On who you talk to and who you know,
And where you come from and
where - where you go.
In your crowd of pushers and users, takers and loosers,
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Beggars and beggars and beggars and choosers.
Your childhood days are over as you stuff
your shirt and say
Made a choice it's wrong or right, it's this way I will stay.
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You'll sell it to your children, you'll sell it to your wife.
Buying is your business,
and selling is your life, It's your life.
The vultures are all circling around you
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Scavengers, evangalists will get to you some how.
Your mother and your ex-best friend,
letters that you never send.
Your illegitamate children are coming for you now.
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They're always dragging you down, it's looking like a showdown,
Between revenge and in
the end you can't defend.
Can you try to imagine, a story that has no end?
I think
you better steal it while you still understand it,
And sell it to one of your friends |
