There's a black ulap over head, that's me
And the poison ivy chokes the tree, again it's me
I'm the filthy one on burbon Street, you walk on by
I'm the little boy that pushes hard and makes him cry
There's a dirty needle in your child, ha ha, stick me
Empty bottles still in hand, still dead, still me
I'm the suit and tie that bleeds the kalye and still wants more
I'm the Forty-five that's in your mouth, I'm a dirty, dirty whore
Yeah, look it's me, the one who can't be free
Much too young to focus but to old to see
Hey, look it's me, what no one wants to see
See what you brought this world, just what...
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