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Don't know where to start, or where it's gonna end I been pullin' all nighters, wit dis creature in my head He's makin' me worry a little more than I should Bout the things that I never even thought I could But I guess it comes with age, or that's what they say I suppose it doesn't even matter anyway You give what you can take, cause you never can tell You might seem alright, and wake up in hell As you're suckin' satan's dick, and becomin' his bitch You sleep in broken glass, as you're beaten with a switch And you're battered and bruised, like yesterdays news While your family and friends all singin' the blues All tattered and torn, and hanging on a leash At your funeral, eating a pound of keesh Prayin' and a hopin' that your eyes don't open Just like they did, at the public showin' Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes you gotta guess Better guess what I'm sayin', and do it real soon While you're still right here, sittin' in your room And before you go to sleep, pray your soul to keep Otherwise you might die, and to the lord above you weep Letras de cancionesCause when a man's done gone, a man's done gone There ain't no right, and there ain't no wrong Just a family above, and a body down below Nothin' less to your name, and nothin' more to show All tattered and torn, and hanging on a leash At your funeral, eating a pound of keesh Prayin' and a hopin' that your eyes don't open Just like they did, at the public showin' Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes you gotta guess Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes you gotta guess Don't know where to start, or where it's gonna end I been pullin' all nighters, wit dis creature in my head He's makin' me worry a little more than I should Bout the things that I never even thought I could But I guess it comes with age, or that's what they say I suppose it doesn't even matter anyway You give what you can take, cause you never can tell You might seem alright, and wake up in hell As you're suckin' satan's dick, and becomin' his bitch You sleep in broken glass, as you're beaten with a switch And you're battered and bruised, like yesterdays news While your family and friends all singin' the blues All tattered and torn, and hanging on a leash At your funeral, eating a pound of keesh Prayin' and a hopin' that your eyes don't open Just like they did, at the public showin' Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes you gotta guess Sometimes Sometimes Sometimes you gotta guess From Letras Mania