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I - fill - fill - fill my pockets cause you're ill I travel much: I travelled round the world - to - find - something obscured I learned in the past, that things that shock will last Will - last - and fill my bags with brass! The more it's cruel, the more it's fuel An object more of less Defaced by pain, your mangled flesh Your handicap brings CASH! I - kill - kill - kill - your future and your will My life is such: on roads of pain I roam To - find - all disgorged from home Owners of displaced are glad to see my face They - sell - don't mind the coming hell The more it's cruel, the more it's fuel An object more of less Defaced by pain, your mangled flesh Your handicap brings CASH! It's a second chance for you Second chance, to earn your existence Take the second chance You're second handed, you're second handed You're freedoms ended, you're freedoms ended You're second handed, you're second handed Till your life ended, till your life ended