I was crawling my way out the bloody red doors
Not sure if I'd like to stay here
When an angel appeared at the back of my car
And I drove out through the desert to count all the stars

I hate this damn world
And I hate all the people
And I'd rather gun down
All of God's lovely creatures

I was thrown in the gutters
I was tortured each day
All the things I could do
If I could have my way


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