Man I gotta get the fuck outta here

Jesus christ

Who the fuck is that?

Hoy shit

Nah I think they're getting closer

Nah fuck that I'm out

They're right there!

Deuces bro, Peace!

Fuck this

I'm running through the cold, hard rain, never slowin

And where might I to go? That place, I don't know

Something's getting close, I can see they are approaching

Hooves on their toes, and they say they want my soul

Oh no, got my shoulder lowered, motion and I mow em over

Only know to hold composure, but it's getting tough just staying sober

Told my momma she raised a soldier, learned how to play with snakes and cobras

I ain't show up, stayed in the dark and played with all the things from late October

Doobies with the Oogie Boogie

Even seen a Corpse Kid

Then tore apart my Sally, just a step in some horse shit

So you see it's been just since the day I came in this

And I'm still so addicted, Finklestein couldn't fix it

Ain't no potion, to cure these things that I'm coping with

I'm hoping, they pull the trigger and it's over with

No joking, shit, I think I'd rather go again

I know I'm sick like foaming lips, I wonder if they notice it

Well that's how they want him though

To lose his mind, give up control

Live to die, just sell the soul

Don't even think I'm turning old

So I'm running through the cold, hard rain never slowin

And where might I go? that place, I don't know

Something's getting close, I can see they are approaching

Hooves on their toes, and they say they want my soul

Oh no, got my shoulder lowered, motion then I mow em over

Only know to hold composure, but it's getting tough just staying sober

Told my momma she raised a soldier, learned how to play with snakes and cobras

I ain't just show up, stayed in the dark and played with all the things from late October