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[smackdown]

the food chain doesn't end with us there's a hunter poised in camouflage sometimes i forget to breathe at night in the backstreets of my ugly mind go home, if that makes you happy go down, oh imagine sometimes my heart doesn't beat at night curling up inside my ugly mind so long, here comes your taxi slow down, you're overreacting i know you deserve better knocking over furniture get drunk, self-destruct, get carried off yelling at the bartender i always thought that i'd die young make some money, be someone they all love you when you're gone but who knew life would be so long all my style all my grace all i try to save my face all my guts try to spill all my holes try to fill all my money's been a long time spent on my drugs on my rent on my saving philosophy it goes, one in the bank and the rest for me it goes, all my troubles on a burning pile all lit up and i start to smile if i catch fire then i'll change my aim throw my troubles at the pearly gates my mama, lonely maid got her buns in the oven then she never got laid my papa, renaissance man sailed away and he never came back again all my troubles on a burning pile all lit up and i start to small if i catch fire then i'll change my aim throw my troubles at the pearly gates all my woebegones begone i said, all you troubles you dont mean a thing all my troubles on a burning pile all lit up and i start to smile if i catch fire then i'll change my aim throw my troubles at the world again it goes, if i catch fire then i'll take my turn to burn and burn and burn