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I’m not awake
But I’m not dead
The drugs are late
Lost my money again

They never gave you anything…
You'd think you get the fucking point…
I'll live right through the fucking guilt…
I see the point but I can’t find a way to get though this fucking alive!

I’m not all right
But I’m ok
I’m not all right
But I’m ok

All hale the pessimists
All hale the anarchists
All hale the rest who never gave a motherfucking shit
It’s killing season
Time to celebrate
What better way to rid the world of all the walking waste

What I say is
I’ll show you something
A middle finger with a barrel and it's fuckin' cocked
I got a new way
So you can fuck yourself
Kill a motherfucker, all that I think about
Yeah!

I’m not all right
But I’m ok
I’m not all right
But I’m ok

Sometimes you gotta voice your event
Or your better off dead, you’ll lose your fucking mind!
Sometimes, you gotta look at yourself
See the world inside out, and scream it out loud

Motherfucker! Kill that motherfucker! Kill that motherfucker and it’s all that I think about!
Mother! Kill that motherfucker! Kill that motherfucker cause we all gotta scream out loud!

I’m not all right
But I’m ok
I’m not all right
But I’m ok

I’ve found the easy way to die
Just educate myself and pretend all I’ve learned comes true
And yet I Know that all I’ll lose is you

Have you ever lost something that never seemed to have a face at all?
It just screams out loud
It always cures the pain that would never leave
And causes even more
It just screams out loud

And. Never. Goes. Away.

Fuck!

Motherfucker! Kill that motherfucker! Kill that motherfucker and it’s all that I think about!
Motherfucker! Kill that motherfucker! Kill that motherfucker!


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