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I was crawling my way out the bloody red doorsNot sure if I'd like to stay hereWhen an angel appeared at the back of my carAnd I drove out through the desert to count all the starsI hate this damn worldAnd I hate all the peopleAnd I'd rather gun downAll of God's lovely creaturesI was thrown in the guttersI was tortured each dayAll the things I could do If I could have my way From Letras Mania