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Where the fuck am I? Tell me, Did I just die? 'Coz I don't understand why I'm in a room I don't recognise I died at 5:45 Yeah it says so on a sign And my mother's crying out her eyes Or is the radio telling lies? A Juvenile sinner A Car crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner Juvenile sinner Car crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner I just wanna die for the hype For the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype For the hype Crucify, like Jesus Christ I'm digging my own grave for the day I decorate with pink socks and gold chains Letras de cancionesTwo fat stacks on my eyes I'm in a box I don't recognise Believe what they say (say, say) And you'll be flying away (way, way) On a coke-covered B-day (day, day) [?] on your face A Juvenile sinner A Car crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner Juvenile sinner Car crash winner Don't let the devil take you out for dinner I just wanna die for the hype For the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype For the hype Crucify, like Jesus Christ Yeah Polly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly Yeah Polly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly I just wanna suck on your lolly, Polly I just wanna die for the hype For the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype For the hype Crucify, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype For the hype Crucified, like Jesus Christ I just wanna die for the hype For the hype Crucify, like Jesus Christ That one, that one was so sick! From Letras Mania