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Superjoint Ritual
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4 Songs
Lyricist:Philip Anselmo, Kevin Bond, Jimmy Bower, Joe Fazzio
God, my eyes were wide an open casket smile You were never liked at all, and I'm fucking glad you're gone You would rip off, pervert jackoff, big talk no show Broken back bone
You never looked better, dead and gone I never felt better, you're dead and gone and I wish I would have done, what nature finished first I'd done it with my hand, then left and shot myself
You never looked better, dead and gone I never felt better, you're dead and gone and no more bother I never lose sleep, I don't regret a thing Believe me when I say, I'm fucking glad it's over
Fucking words The praising of a higher hate Don't doubt a fucking word
The darkest month, the darkest month is here When you can't move so freely Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I can't watch, I can't bear I just want to hang myself Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out
I committed a felony, never had much trouble before First time offender
Got put through the ringer My bank account shrunk a lot But I set an example
Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out Yeah, you got a chance to wait for me Yeah, you got a chance to wait for me
You've never forgiven, exploited in dirt It bothers you, it tortures you One more plight, left in life Shoot me dead, in the head
You [Incomprehensible], destroy yourself [Incomprehensible] One more plight, left in life Shoot me dead, in the head Catch me if you can
Never touch me, never come near me Never touch me, never come near me
Never touch me, never come near me You're a punk, a bunch of words, not one percent You're found out if you were me, you'd be in luck But you're not, so you suck
Show me a dollar, I'll show you no heart Show me a heart, and I'll show you my eyes
Wrong inside Given the inch, crippled a mile The pull of the dragon, the pull of the drug I cannot see what the big fucking deal is?
No repentance, no respect Blown up eyes, blown up skies I cannot see what the big fucking deal is? And I cannot wait till the love is a fuck
Back to the world The tourniquet knot is slipping apart Bones left to pick They radiate and splinter away
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