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The dented can kids,The day old bread kids,The pie-faced fat kid, fat face.Ain't no bigger than a horse fly,Inline to be baptized,The un-wise outwit always.Like a bubbling cauldronThat's swallowing all menYou better get the bankerGet the type "A"Ain't nobody that's inclinedif you pray at bed time.They ain't going back to your birthdayAnd I should have warned you,But I've had a little time to make some enemies.And I should have warned you,But I've had a little time to make some enemies.God you gave them eyes but they can't seeThe open legs are open arteries.Who's blood in this darling?Are you bleeding?Letras de cancionesAnd oh the river it damps youOh the drugs how they cramp youHow your programmer program pranked youIf you fail you will still liveCause nooses can giveThe pistol could jam on you stillAnd the water is sluicenIt's clearly no use inDieing in the back father's chalet.Stuffing dimes in their dimplesThe drivels can drivel.And they ain't going back to your birthday.And I should have warned youBut I've had a little time to make some enemies.God you gave them lips but they still speakOf nothing less than the odious thingsAnd all that portly cargoThey're still shlepping. From Letras Mania