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Tired of shootin' smack, tired of on the run, traded the needle... for the gun Tired of livin' small, tired of the withdrawal, no more retreat, give it the all Oh Benny how many times you tried to kill yourself, OD's and robberies and super stunts, I never thought you'd die for them Riding around in tanks, fire a round of blanks, Benny had never had such fun Until he took a wrong step into a bomb, and that's when Benny got blowed up Alone, under a blanket soaked with sweat and piss, We figured Benny would end up like this We just didn't think for them From Letras Mania