Where do children go when they're not crying childish tears
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They go to paradise up above and live throughout the years
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But then where do they go when they do cause their parents grief
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They spend all long years in a firey hell where there is no relief
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In Purgatory, oh all the day
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Purgatory is where the dead roll ever on
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What's a poor kid going to do but go and shave their head
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A life of crime is what they lead or wander the streets instead
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Because anything must be better than already what they've had
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And if you want any class of affirmation not preoccupation you must do something bad
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Pray every bead on your rosary, be thankful and be true
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For lies make baby Christus cry and the horsemen come for you
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A ghost white horse with snapping jowls and firey smokey eyes
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And never can you run fast enough as you trip and fall aside
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One morning when this life is over I will fly away
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No more shackles on my feet and no more tears I will display
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I won't need a sense of accomplishment no nothing I ever got
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And if I can hold it out I'm sure I can forgo the lot
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I'm closing doors and torturing those nearest me like a moth unto a flame
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I don't know how this will end or how to deal with this pain
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I need to find some sense of direction here past anything I've tried
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And by God of all this bullshit does it never not subside
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They say psychology starts when you're younger but that I cannot see
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I've no idea what ever happened to me nor can I explain this anxiety
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I kept hearing I was idle but I can prosper just in spite
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I'd be the working class hero of my ideals and family and I make it right
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But you can't meet the match to your state of being 'cause everyones changes hourly
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And you can't expect only one person to satisfy you eternally
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To satisfy you emotionally, psychologically, sexually and intellectually for life
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You must love more than one person and pursue more than one thing boys and girls that is my advice
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And now we've took to pining caoining for our spacious loss
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I'd like to think my friend's not wandering for once he isn't lost
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And not bound and chained to tread throughout all eternity
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Anxious for dreams that we're back together, by dreams of what could be
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Well it's been a messed up life and now you're gone and who knows where
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Every corner that I turn around I swear I see you there
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And you asked my God of all this pain, does it never ever end
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Well no not for your family or those who cannot comprehend
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Purgatory
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| The Tossers |
