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I'm just here to hold your hand when you die And to show you around imaginary places Put the money lumps in my bloody stump Edible habits so I bit a perfect circle Die in your sleep with the sky at your feet I'll shoot you when you're happy, only then will you find peace How do you do? I don't know; I'm okay Every person I know is a secret service agent 'Cause I'm accused of lewd conduct Stole the heart of a prude prom slut And they got the warrant for my arrest to put me in the loony bin, the funny farm because of what I did But I'm just here to hold your hand when you die There is not a single person who can do it better No needle skipping in my ecosystem But in the audience may be an evil Christian HMO how I hate him so But he charged me for a halo But I'm on a scavenger hunt for a lavender chunk Of the sky, maybe I'll replace it with a mud-pie I put dead songs on a silk screen Buy my shirt it is a killed dream It is known to lead the way to the stairwell to God's administrative office Letras de cancionesAnd a final farewell I'm just here to hold your hand when you die And to give your assault rifle a banana clip Glow in the dark when I stroll in the park Giving everybody informative pamphlets No sign of life for as far as I can see Everybody's just charred meat up in the car seat Eat shit and die to the secret spy 'Cause I have a funny feeling that I'm being watched 24-hour surveillance Money or power are ailments But I send the medical supplies and the shipping and the handling is way too much 'Cause I'm from the Afterlife I'm just here to hold your hand when you die It's like I put a cough drop right upon your soft spot Make Martian clothes out of your garden hose Turn into a deadly gas blown through the air duct She's not in love but I thought that she was She doesn't love me because I don't have the right haircut I'm misunderstood, I just face it, I'm no good But I will not apologize for anything that I've said My name is Mr. Busdriver This is the producer Paris We are not embarrassed to admit that we will perish in a pit Of our own imaginary place Kids... if you want to piss off your parents show interest in the arts! Kids... if you really want to piss off your parents buy real estate in an imaginary place, oh yes! Ok ok, alright, um, yeah... now move! Gotta do my shout outs now... (peace to) I'm just here to hold your hand when you die Paris and Daddy Kev, they'll also be there too I'm just here to hold your hand when you die Unless you get the set of mums to her we'll help you I'm just here to hold your hand when you die Feel the fellowship announced everyone will help you I'm just here to hold your hand when you die Shoulda been an empire hip hop clan too I'm just here to hold your hand to die I'm just here to hold your hand when you... Just here to hold your hand when you die From Letras Mania