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There is a lake by the fire
I see it's cold and sour
It is told that I alone
Live there down south
Then what the hell am I
We're the dinky of the night
Lady I'm not in hell
Maybe I'm out to sell
Daily I'm lucky that I'm down
Maybe we're not the mend
Maybe we're off to stand
Why would you open our crown
She's my lady, I'm her slob
Pink giraffes above and all
There is a slot in my heart
That belongs to her own mind
Slim feelings flow through myself
I tell her it's colder in swell
She won't believe my lies
It's over all flies
It feels so down
And so out
We're not grounded down town
Maybe we're not the mend
Maybe we're out to stand
Maybe I'm lucky down
Maybe we're not in hell
Lady I'm not to tell
Where the fuck is this way out
Maybe I'll rot in hell
Maybe I'm out to sell
Daily I'm lucky that I'm down
Maybe we're not the mend
Maybe we're out to stand
Why would you open our crown
Maybe I'll rot in hell
Lady I'm out to sell
What do you care for my own
Let it sink it in
Letting you feel it in
On their own
I'll fuck my way out
I'll fuck my way out
Maybe I'll rot in hell
Maybe I'm out to sell
Daily I'm lucky that I'm down
Maybe we're not in hell
Lady I'm not to tell
Where the fuck is this way out
Maybe we're not the mend
Maybe we're out to stand
Why would you open our crown
Maybe I'll rot in hell
Lady I'm out to sell
What do you care for my own
AD is not the H
And yet so caged
Rage is my middle name
