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Well here's the evidence of human existence A splitting binbag next to damp boxes And I cannot find the name for them They hardly show that I have lived And the dust, it settles on these things Displays my age again Like a new skin made from old skin That'd barely been lived in I didn't need these things I didn't need them, oh Pointless artifact from a mediocre past So I shed my clothes, I shed my flesh Down to the bone and burned the rest I didn't need these things I didn't need them, oh Took them all to bits, turned 'em outside in And I left them on the floor and ran for dear life for the door, oh Useless objects, a gathered a storm of shit Put them in a silent shed, threw out your life's supplies When all you need's a coffin and your Sunday best To smarten up the end And at the front gate, what reward awaits Letras de cancionesOne pint of low from a holy ghost An eternity of suffering in the company of all those Christian men I didn't need these things I didn't need them, oh The point was hard to pass A mediocre past So I shed my clothes, I shed my flesh Down to the bone and burned the rest I didn't need these things I didn't need them, oh Took them all to bits, turned 'em outside in And I left them on the floor and ran for dear life to the door, oh Never need these things I'll never need them, oh This is you and me, you are human heat And the things aren't holy things And the things bring me light, they bring me, oh Never need these things I'll never need them, oh Never going back, so we can drop the past And we'll leave it on the floor and run for dear life for the door, oh From Letras Mania