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Hey Mr. Chips how's the wife? And are the kids still poison? Do you still eat them? Been under the gun, running the guns, say how'd this world get so fucking fun all of a sudden? Here's a quarter for the phone why don't you call someone and find out how it is we can all belong to something that no one wants any part of one day you'll wake up and they'll be advertising on police cars and your death will sell you out as someone smart, somewhat smart baby don't get out of bed, just lay back down your pretty head and they're advertising on police cars Hey Mr. Chips, had me a notion like a burning sky dropped to the ocean a bitter pill, is it better still to lay undone your guts for show? To reconstruct some of your bones? To turn it up? When it calls to you will you wake up? They're advertising on police cars your death will sell you out as someone smart, somewhat smart baby don't get out of bed, just lay back down your pretty head they're advertising on police cars Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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