| My Daddy’s got a shotgun
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| An arsenal of human disease
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| He taught me how to shoot
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| To trigger the double barrel monster
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| An invitation to downfall
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| A shiny error in evolution
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| The kid of the new world
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| Killed the day he was born
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| Such a sick boy walking the streets
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| Yeah, on the streets, he’s walking
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| Walking with a shotgun in his hand
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| He’s walking, walking with a shotgun
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| On his violent rampage!
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| Dark shades reflects society
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| Murder boy walks into system
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| Loaded with adrenaline and melted mind
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| One, two, three, four bodies waving goodbye
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| — Goodbye!!!
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| A storage of backwards knowledge
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| Where pain comes easily
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| Where defense is to kill!
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| Now he bleeds like the rest of them
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| My Daddy’s got a shotgun
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| An arsenal of human disease
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| He taught me how to shoot
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| To trigger the double barrel monster
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| An invitation to downfall
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| A shiny error in evolution
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| The kid of the new world
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| Killed the day he was born
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| Such a sick boy shot himself in the head
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| Such a sick boy shot himself in the head
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| I said, such a sick boy shot himself in the head
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| Just another dead boy dancing with the dead
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| Yeah, with the dead, he’s dancing
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| Dancing with a hole in his head
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| He’s dancing, dancing with a hole in his head |