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Body Bag

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Yeah-oh, ugh!

There′s a million fucking reasons that you got it badBut everybody's leaving in a body bag, go!

Save your problems for somebody else who gives a damn

′Cause you won't find me waiting at your promised land, no!

Oh, you think you got it bad?

I'm telling you to bite down and face it

You′re never gonna do much or change shit

When all you say is "Fuck that" and "Fuck this"

Don′t let them save you from yourself

Lights out, embrace it

Your heart is beating faster, it's racing

And still you go on and on and on and on

Oh, my God, just shut your fucking mouth!

Bring it, on

Only one of us gets through, two in, one out, and it′s not you

Run for your life, there's nothing you can do, oh

Necks snap when I show up, I say one word, and it blows up

Run for your life, I′m taking what's mine, and your time has come

I′m telling you to bite down and face it

You're never gonna do much or change shit

When all you say is "Fuck that" and "Fuck this"

Don't let them save you from yourself

Lights out, embrace it

Your heart is beating faster, it′s racing

And still you go on and on and on and on

Oh, my God, just shut your fucking mouth

There′ll be no second coming

There'll be no lessons learned

All hail the king of nothing

Behold your empire of dirt, oh, fuck

Behold your empire of dirt

So, tell me what it′s like at the bottom

Bodies stacking up, and you're soon to be forgotten

I gave you what you wanted, got the whole world watching

Just to see me drive the last nail in the coffin, yeah

All hail

There′ll be no second coming

All hail

All hail the king of nothing

You think you got it bad?

Well, you're leaving in a body bag

I′m telling you to bite down and face it

You're never gonna do much or change shit

When all you say is "Fuck that" and "Fuck this"

Don't let them save you from yourself

Lights out, embrace it

Your heart is beating faster, it′s racing

As still you go on and on and on and on

Oh, my God, just shut your fucking mouth

There′s a million fucking reasons that you got it bad

But everybody's leaving in a body bag