Here I sit, shit, can't make anything of it.
I got better things to do.
I gotta 13, 50, 21, 653.
And all i can think of is you
Get a gun, some sun, then just run
Forever until I die
Here i go, go.....i'm going

Let me eat your dietician
Galvanise your beautician's
Divide your divisor
Decimate your integers
Numbers and formulas
I just seem to forget
Some bastard has just fucked in
The friggin alphabet.

I'm dying, i'm dying,
i've been dying since the day i was born
Hours,days, weeks fly by
My skin is getting torn
Less is more, more is swell
More time would be the best
I want out, use my time
Use it to find the rest


Lyrics submitted by The Lopper

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