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Kris Drever lyrics : "Poor Mans Son"

Verse 1
These years, i juggle a pistol
And a letter, sincerely beardo

See i ain't kill my self yet
But the voices, they don't let me get no rest
How'd my life end up such a mess?

And how'd i get this gun on my chest
Cocaine is the devil
And i know now, i ain't made of metal

My own friends, they don't get it
I'm a piece of %#@!! there i said it
And every night i just dream when i was a kid

Playing and %#@!
A roach fell in my cocoa puffs
Spaghetti-os i packed for lunch

Ring ring, alarm goes off
I start my new job working at ralph's
You see it's too late for me

I got two burned out knees
And i ain't got much to eat
Just some cereal, and some moldy meat

And i'm getting real sick, of my music
And the way i abuse it
Heard shoot to kill got drive by'd

Hmm... haha

Hook

It's all the same
Nothing changes around here
(repeat)


Verse 2
When i die, i'm gonna die rich

That's what i tell myself in this $#&@ed up %#@!
La i'm gonna waste away
Cut another line of the yay

27 and i'm on my way
Up or down? who can say?
Another visit to the county hospital

I can't stop bleeding out of my nostrils
Things just seem so impossible
When your dad won't even talk to you

And i ain't mad at uncle sam
Gone crazy again and again
And this just might be the end

Get it while you still can
Cause i'm just one man
With one plan

I'll be killing in iran
I'll be killing in iran
Haha


Hook
It's all the same

Nothing changes around here
(x4)


('round here
'round here
'round here)

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