we are the morbid and the abstract
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we are the breeding mammals with bad backs
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our messiah on the cover of magazines has a black lung an i.v. of nicotine
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a.m. rendezvous
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with strung out ambulance driver's caffeine blues
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feeling the needles the medics used
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to stab their veins with double doses by the twos
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this is the life of the living dead
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this is the revolver blowing off my head
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these are the sedatives that keep me fed
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all the lies and piss
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has it come down to this
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a junkie's tract mark makeshift remiss
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this is the life of the living dead
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this is the revolver blowing of my head
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Revolver
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