Smell the stench
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It's something that won't wash off
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Look at me, touch me
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I need you to feel the guilt
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And did it bring you wealth
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For all the money I got
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Doesn't relate to any extend
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The sacrifice, my lost
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Now you spent it on some delirious drugs
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Which brings you lower again
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You're useless, a pesticide
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A sickness that won't heal
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If I still had the choice
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On deciding upon your life
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A thousand needles in a one way out
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Look at me, touch me
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I need you to feel the guilt
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Smell the stench
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It's something that won't wash off
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For me the victim an open casket funeral
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For the accused, he's innocent
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Not to blame
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Raised upon this wicked world
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His mother was a whore
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Earning crack, cracked she was
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Killed when he was four
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Father dear, dear he was
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An angel brought up in hell
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Sister cried: Daddy hurts
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Hurt indeed she was
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Now I call the witness, me
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To the stand
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And try to tell the truth
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For the truth is now revealed
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The jury loudly chants
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The crowd they enter to
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For all they want
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Is blood on their hands
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Blood in, blood out
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Red Rum
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| Consolation |
