I got a lot of photographs
And I'm not enough to rash,
And I wanna get it said that
You make a lot of bad deals
And if you're living with the guilt
Then you wanna get it said
Dragging me down, down, down, down
Can't feel I can jump, up, up, up, up
Look like a clown, down, down,
Oh man, it's hard to take a stand
With all the women on your lap
Oh man, look at those hands
I guess you could've but you didn't
Always dragging it up, up, up, up, up
Dragging it down, down, down, down
Don't feel like a bum, up, up, up
In a terrible town, down, down,
Babe, you look so strange
Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I can feel it in my mind
And I can feel it in my toes
Oh, whoa, these are remarkable times
That little kick to the head,
Slammin' it up, uh, uh, uh, uh,
slammin' it down, down, down
Gotta lock me up , uh, uh, uh,
gotta knock me down, down, down,
down, down, down, down, down
Wanna get shot to hell, wanna get dead
Drop out your bed, wanna get dead
Get out the lab, wanna get dead
Wanna get out of here, wanna get dead
Gonna be alright, wan na get dead
Wanna get dead, wanna get dead
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