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Lords Of Acid Me And Myself

's turned up to loud We are the dead next door Where the dirty needles shine and litter the floor Taste the light inject the lord I cut myself again because

grim They come for me Midnight chimes, blackened earth The evils rise Pits of hate open wide Chasm of my dreams Last of chimes, monks arrive And take

is something special I'm watching you watching me Tommy, you suck (hahaha) He's always feeling kinky He loves to play these games And somedays he's my doggy And

Gonna use gold creditcards I'm gonna flirt with Sly Stallone I'm gonna be hot like Sharon Stone I'm gonna buy myself some tits If it'll help me get

gonna be hot like Sharon Stone Superstar (x2) That's what you are A Superstar, yeah (x4) I'm gonna buy myself some tits If it'll help me get big hits

-- and cries -- and climbs again, pursuing the perfect high. He's grinding his teeth, he's coughing blood, he's aching and shaking and weak, As starving and sore and bleeding and

fussin' And they babies in the corner cryin' Young niggaz bang, and they ain't afriad of dyin' Pistol keepers, mobile phones and beepers Cars and hoes, and

fussin' And they babies in the corner cryin' Young niggaz bang, and they ain't afriad of dyin' Pistol keepers, mobile phones and beepers Cars and hoes, and

that Any feedback and a chrome gat'll bash your brain Without askin' names, now you in plastic mane Point blank, mash the pain, you fallin' like acid