Junk lyrics
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Artist: Ninety Pound Wuss Album: Where The Meager Die Of Self Interest
Lyrics
The need to realize Shot, shot, shot, blank Staring down the barrel of my arm Shot, shot, shot, dead It's over drawn black Shot, shot, shot, red No restrictions Sucking eyes inward, immobile Bionic continuity Till death do us part
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"Where The Meager Die Of Self Interest" album track list
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