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I can feel nothing at all
I can feel nothing at all
Drug market
Submarket
Sometimes, i wonder why i ever got in.
Blood market
Love market
Sometimes, i wonder why they need me at all.
Zydrate comes in a little glass vile
A little glass vile?
A little glass vile
And the little glass vile goes into the gun like a battery
And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy
And when the gun goes off, it sparks, and you're ready for surgery
Surgery...
Grave robber
Grave robber
Sometimes, i wonder why i even bother.
Grave robber
Grave robber
Sometimes, i wonder why i need you at all.
And amber sweet is addicted to the knife
Addicted to the knife?
Addicted to the knife
And addicted to the knife
She needs a little help with the agony
And a little help comes in a little glass vile
In a gun pressed against her anatomy
And when the gun goes off, miss sweet is ready for surgery
Surgery...
Grave robber
Grave robber
Sometimes, i wonder why i need you at all.
It's clean
It's clear
It's pure
It's rare
It's rare
It's rare
It's rare
It's rare
It's rare
It's takes you there
It's takes you there
Before you cut
A change inside
I can feel nothing at all
Feel alive!
So you think you got heart?
So you think you got balls?
So you think you mag can sing?
I don't think nothing at all.
So you think mag has pipes?
Well, it's my turn to shine.
When the repo man strikes!
What are you talking about?
Mag's contract's got some mighty fine print
Mighty fine print?
Mighty... fine... print
And that mighty fine print puts mag in a mighty fine predicament
If mag up and splits, her eyes are forfeit, and if geneco and rotti so will it
Then a repo man will come and she'll pay for that surgery
Surgery.
I can feel nothing at all
Drug market
Submarket
Sometimes, i wonder why i ever got in.
Love market
Sometimes, i wonder why they need me at all.
A little glass vile?
A little glass vile
And the little glass vile goes into the gun like a battery
And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy
And when the gun goes off, it sparks, and you're ready for surgery
Surgery...
Grave robber
Grave robber
Sometimes, i wonder why i need you at all.
And amber sweet is addicted to the knife
Addicted to the knife?
Addicted to the knife
And addicted to the knife
She needs a little help with the agony
And a little help comes in a little glass vile
In a gun pressed against her anatomy
And when the gun goes off, miss sweet is ready for surgery
Surgery...
Grave robber
Sometimes, i wonder why i need you at all.
It's clean
It's clear
It's pure
It's rare
It's takes you there
Before you cut
A change inside
I can feel nothing at all
Feel alive!
So you think you got balls?
So you think you mag can sing?
I don't think nothing at all.
So you think mag has pipes?
Well, it's my turn to shine.
When the repo man strikes!
What are you talking about?
Mag's contract's got some mighty fine print
Mighty fine print?
Mighty... fine... print
And that mighty fine print puts mag in a mighty fine predicament
If mag up and splits, her eyes are forfeit, and if geneco and rotti so will it
Then a repo man will come and she'll pay for that surgery
Surgery.