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Trapped, I can't help but look back, a heart felt track, a full bag o good hash.

I'll full smack ye cunt I'm a sick cat and with that we'll dispense with the chit cha

You've got no idea what it's like for me to adhere to the rules that society has provided me and, sobriety?

shit, prik never had the time for me his full attention's reserved for those of you with a life to lead..

 

From here to eternity, from one beer I can turn to behaviour both wicked and foul and there's nuthin

that can save ya particularly now, coz now they're whippin jagers around

and I'm fixin on sinkin enough liquor to literally drown.I'm fixin on passin round a scooby dooby

I'm fixin to dance the goddamn watoozy get all boozy and lose it because the groovier the move the more you look liike a fucken clown-