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Scene 1: Angeline walks outShe's got a handful of livesShe's rolling the diceJust 22 years oldGuns got her blueAnd a bullet falls outStarts crawling aboutShe gets downShe gets rid of the gifts She won't liveShe refuses to liveCannot forgiveThough it fell like a tackSpite the loss that she lackedAnd dead upon her backCan't get that backScene 4 starts with the slam of a doorFocus on downBloody cars keys in handBehind him the gray morning lights fuse as the the room containing the bodies of six dead ex-usersAnd Dan wishes they'd been choosersWouldn't of had to make them life's losersOh this kid he's knows he's mis-measuredBut he thinks his mistake may be a treasureFeels near feels clear feels nearer than nearLetras de cancionesAt least more than over here with all the goddamn livingWho think that grieving is a givenThey're doing a party across town right now Miss Angeline but he's got some misgivingsCause if he goes down to hang around with all those cheap clueless clowns his head hung with this heavy crownYou can be sure as shitOh something shall go downIt's not the things that they wantIt's not the things that they needIt's the weird guy glance that you've known your whole lifeThey ask you 'boutHow much did it bleedDan says this as he leaves:"with that dress drunk and full of distressShe was more than a mess to meShe cant stand all the blood on my handsShe is more than a mess to me"OhhhohhhhhScene 68 in a house full of snakesPhony so fucking falseAll their skin falls in flakes Toasted by some well dressed designers We met back in scene 11They barely escaped with their lives at the end of scene 57 by ducking soonThat black banged 20 time tattooed young boomerang with nine wandering nothingOut of their parents houses Out and opened their mouths off of all kinds of somethingsSay they've all stopped their whiningAs they circle I sayOh except Franny in the corner with her arms around her kneesShes wishing for deadOh this tall kids whisper likes tressOn bodies the preyI got nervous breath Oh my ride just leftGot no choice but to stayI found me feeling sickThroat filled with dread I took a trip with a guyThe kind you could drag behind you for a mile oh and then thank you for the rideIt takes a stray of handsOh to prove they're not playingBut you answerEvery displayYou're trying to sayIt's pretty lateOh it's late manWith that dress drunk and full of distressShe was more than a mess to meShe can't stand all the blood on my handsShe is more than a mess to meLet it be let it be let it be let it beFinal scene conscience cleanDan walks into the house to pull Angeline outWalks in the backroom wraps the bullet up in a blanketKisses Angeline on the mouthOh give me a breakSays some chump chewing a snakeThis did not dilute Dan's disgustAnd he beat him to dustMaking escape with a cigarette dangling from some drooling fools lipsThat jerk tripped down on the carpet shielded up like a torch tip and the flames roses were splitThat was rightMe oh throwing the phone out to dieDan tipped me off with a wink of his eyeSo I stood as the only bystander byThe flames rose high and the dead did die And they all screamed loudly All screaming nowMan the kid's mastered supporting the crashFloating a river of plastic streamed all across the grassFlooded the valley covered everything aroundCooled off and froze solid deep downtownIt smells slightly of skinAnd their tears turned to groundAnd they made some mighty fine monumentOh in contradiction townAs I breathe in the fumesAnd I stare at the skyJust sit right on downOh I always laugh stupid guyHe told me a whileHeyOhhhohhhBut that bullet still breathesI hope that bullet still breathesWith that dress drunk and full of distressShe was more than a mess to meShe cant stand all the blood on my handsMore than the rest to meWe all go homeWe all go homeOne of these days From Letras Mania