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Flotsam And Jetsam High

A fork is a cold shiny tool To pierce, tear and ingest Whoever has the fork in hand Controls the meal of its choice We're told the first few punctures

A shotgun up against my eye They're kicking my door in Why this time I thought they had theirs and I had mine Lights going on and off Sirens blazing

If I can't get high Then I can't get by So I won't be buying it No I won't be buying it If I can't get high Then I can't get by So I won't be buying

almost always Switch back Once again it's just me The smoking empty shotgun shell So close to a dream you can't touch My very own version of hell Playing tables and

Coldly run fingers through again Swollen faces, beaten dogs All turn away and say amen When it's in your hands and you can't feel When it's in your

off As he stops to wheeze and cough I seize the fruit And steal his day away Everything reminds me Of something from my past Everything I know is in the past And

Μετάφραση: Επιπλεόντων υπολειμμάτων και jetsam. Υψηλή.