When I was young,
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and unbroken,
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I tried so hard to get under my mama's skin,
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and so it begins.
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I braced myself,
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embraced myself,
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misplaced myself,
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and all with a shit eating grin,
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and the prick of a pin.
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It's a Killer Life,
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It's a Killer Life,
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It's a Killer Life,
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Now on with the show!
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I built this house with walls of flesh
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and broken bones
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and skins
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and I must confess,
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That I'm a sweet mess.
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I changed by guard,
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with no regard
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I'm not unscarred so far,
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but I'm a success,
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of bitter sweetness!
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It's a Killer Life,
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It's a Killer Life,
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It's a Killer Life,
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Now on with the show!
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Killer Life
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| Morningwood |
