(Chorus)
They've bottled my dying breath,
For the perfume counter shelf,
And a clerical error in the depths of Hell,
States that I ain't goin' nowhere else.
Fetch me a chemical wash,
There's a Dollar sign stuck in my eye,
Grab me a glass for the maggot,
I'll squeeze and tease it out from inside
These bootstraps are made of sinew,
My stiff upper lip could be a medical issue,
Be brave boy, You're fate's toy,
And remember, Kid, you're nothing but Food.
(Chorus)
You can't know who I've been,
It's a volatile thing to show,
Just like a shuffled hand in a deck of Tarot,
You can hazard a guess but never possibly know.
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