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   Yeah
  You're down there shooting blanks from broken guns
  You fire all day long and still not hit a fucking
  one
  Don't wanna know what some sick sniper fuck considers
  fun
  Prob'ly throw a party, served melted ice cream
  over crumbs
  Just crumbs
  Just crumbs
  You prob'ly lick more ass than anyone
  I guess you like the taste of shit on your tongue
  No matter what you order the same thing will come
  A plate of refried shit just covered in crumbs
  Just crumbs
  Just crumbs
  'I never had a life. I don't even know what life is.'
  'Have you? Have you? Have you?'
  'I have what you'd call a life.'
  'Everyday of my life.'
  'I have what you'd call a life