Song Hate Song – Haunted

Two and twenty for the hole in you. A meat cleaver comb to run you
through. Lethal gas will make you cough. A car crash scene to finish it
off. Pain! True definition-Truth is pain-Truly addicted. So don’t you
worry about your earthly rest, I’ll dig the fucking hole myself. Pain!
Truly addicted-Life is pain-I am addicted-to this pain… Hate song!… (I live
to bury you)… Stabbing and shooting and ripping the life out of you. I get
off and I wish that you could too! Open chest tickle will quiver your
bones. Just lay back and chill. ̉‘cos I run this show. Pain! Truly
addicted-Life is pain-Life is infected-by this pain… … Hate song!… (I live to

the walls came tumbling down tom petty
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