Slaine - Habitat Of The Gasmask | Текст песни

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Got a crazy feeling, certain people watching me walk
I’m too high to know who the fuck’s dropping me off
Why the fuck my knuckles are so covered in blood
Somehow I got a funny feeling that the government does
Check one: no bank account, no bills in my name
Check two: no jobs, taxes, or children to claim
Fuck I think they can trace me, basically chase me
Erase me in facing the paper they basically
Made me famous, I hate this, I’m wasted
I’m strapped on my back like a fucking lunatic patient
I’m not going crazy, they’re swearing I’m maybe
Erica, please take care of the baby
Baby, don’t be hysterical, hysteria’s hazy
Always knew how my mysterious ways be
You just thought I was lazy on the couch
Instead I was feeling the taste of the gun in my mouth
Ouch!

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