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joke about it and it'll go away
thats what they say thats what they say
go go gadget will to live
been this way since we were kids
I’ll kill myself if the depression doesn’t kill me first!
I don't know which is worse
my right to live or my will to die
seems to be the common signs
leading to another depression
I got a foot in the grave and a foot in the dirt
what the hell am i doing here?
I’ll kill myself if the depression doesn’t kill me first!
I’ll kill myself if the depression doesn’t kill me first!
ain’t gonna be romantic, baby, fuck that! I'm writing you off
I'm addicted to depression, skin deep! so I'm called
columbine was just a waste of time
years of planning just to fail
don't need no teenage heart throbs choking on my dick, when I'm dead
this is a cry for help, but I don't wanna be understood
not saying goodbye for good, but you probably wont notice anyways
roll the credits, I'm ready, at least that what I'm telling myself
Im screaming at the top of my lungs, trying to catch my breath
I’ll kill myself if the depression doesn’t kill me first!
I’ll kill myself if the depression doesn’t kill me first!
suicide by cop
hanging
shooting
overdose
choke on toast
car wreck
cut your neck
be like the Russians and blow yourself up
I hate heights
get hit by a car
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Oi OINK
02:15
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No more nights, in my head
I’m dressed to depress, I wanna be dead
No ones callin’, Niagaras still fallin’
I think I know a way outta here
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we’re going down! May day!
recent spike in the crime wave
and I'm hanging ten
lover caught in between a gang war
think my wallet got gypped again
When I feel I’m growing up
is when I feel its growing old
many good men is growing mold
and this is what was left of it
Oi Oink! Oi Oink!
more pigs on patrol
out to steal my wary soul
who do i gotta kill to get my money?
ill meet you down in pig alley
named after Ol’ Pig O’Malley
only the finest brewed from Lam decay
Oi Oink! Oi Oink! Oi Oink! Oi Oink!
blood money...
wheres my money, Jack?
best get your hands off my lover
if theres hell to pay
pay up and make it bloodier
We're going down! May day!
got my boys to do a job for me
D O A ’N’ P I G
alley, never looked this bad before
OI OINK OI OINK OI OINK OI OINK
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the bomb explodes nowhere to run
and I don’t feel like swimmin’
it’s too late now the pressure cookers begun
and now we’re left with slim pickens
we’ll meet again when the sun rises
we’ll meet again when the sun rises
as all our time on this planet stops
I havent seen you in over a week,
but hey todays the day and whats next awaitin’
so ill see you in the sleep
we’ll meet again when the sun rises
we’ll meet again when the sun rises
the bomb explodes nowhere to run
and I don’t feel like swimmin’
it’s too late now the pressure cookers begun
and now we’re left with slim pickens
we’ll meet again when the sun rises
we’ll meet again when the sun rises
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