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Three Easy Steps For Manufacturing A Chemical Weapon

from It's Going To Get Worse Before It Gets Worse by Cheapshow

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And I met a young man in the city. He sings there’s no luck in his hands. So he took his pop’s six shot revolver and put another hole in his head.

And they say, to bury your children will leave you empty, shell-shocked and bare. But to bury your brother alone at sixteen is a burden that no girl should have.

And now it’s been a few year. And all her friends moved away. And she moved down to the city for art school last spring and she started to sing the same way.

And I met a woman at the corner store. She said her husband just ain’t right. So she bought some drano and filled up his gut, that shit turned him inside out.

And the police, they took her away. The judge charged her life in a first degree case and now she spends every day in a cage. She hasn’t spoken to her kids since that day.

Because their father was a good man. He worked his hands to the bone to buy bread. Their mother had just lost her mind. Now her son’s six feet under and her daughter’s just waitin’ to die.

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from It's Going To Get Worse Before It Gets Worse, released August 28, 2015

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