| You will run out of time. |
| You will be cut short
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| Before you’ve really found your prime. |
| You still need much more
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| Down the line you’re only building up toward
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| The dust storm, chillin' at your window cill and front door
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| You could get outta bed, but what for?
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| Sittin' on the couch instead scratching your nuts raw?
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| You’re runnin' outta meds for your lovelorn heart
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| But they won’t accept your card at the drugstore
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| And what’s more, the pills don’t help
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| And of course they won’t prescribe enough to kill oneself
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| You found the one store in NY whose pharmacist is runnin' an honest biz
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| Except he gives you bills from hell
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| And somehow you’re still compelled to press on
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| You think that even bad luck runs out, well you’re dead wrong
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| You havin' fun now? |
| Just wait till global warming makes us vampires
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| Who can’t come out the house till after sundown
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| Don’t get up, it’s just your life
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| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size
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| Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised
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| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
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| I came across a thumbtack when I stepped on it
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| Jumped back and put my foot flat in cat excrement
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| Well isn’t that excellent?
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| I think I’ll have a scribble at my will and last testament
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| I’m not a pessimist, I bad luck a lot
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| I’m a rapper, and my dad was a cop
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| I got a lousy career, so I doused it in beer to drown it
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| I bet you that does the job
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| How do you steer a ship you know’s gonna sink?
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| You don’t. |
| You let it slip right over the brink
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| Let’s pretend the world is still flat, go for a drink
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| Spill glass after glass and let the boat skip the rink
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| If it stinks, yep, that bird did hit you
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| And it’s not good luck, holmes, that shirt did fit you
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| Not to burst your tissue, but your therapist’ll never fix your first big issue
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| Don’t get up, it’s just your life
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| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size
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| Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised
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| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
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| Don’t get up, it’s just your life
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| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size
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| Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised
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| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
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| The world is filthy. |
| Your girlfriend will cheat
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| It kills me that you pay so much for stuff the sky spills free
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| Brrr, it’s chilly for an ugly guy on trial
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| When you’ve got the kinda smile that the judge’ll find guilty
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| Hmm… another fine? |
| Bill me
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| The check is in route, but I expect it to bounce
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| If those creditors that never give up get in this house
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| It won’t be for my checking account. |
| I bet they try and kill me
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| You find it silly, well I find it inconvenient
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| That the very guy who built me’s sense of timing isn’t lenient
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| Why’d the devil bother hiring the demons?
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| Stop the fire! |
| The cost has gotten higher with each season
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| God’s a writer, and I’m a character employed to be hurt
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| It’s not required, but he’s actually enjoying the work
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| Spoiler alert… the story’s gonna end with him burying the boy in the dirt
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| Don’t get up, it’s just your life
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| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size
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| Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised
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| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
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| Don’t get up, it’s just your life
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| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size
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| Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised
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| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
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| Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised
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| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
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| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
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| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
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| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
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| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies |