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If there really is a big fluffy Jesus in the clouds Let him know right now that I take it all backIf there really is a muscular, cackling, red devil in the ground You should tell him save me a shackBut since I never saw either at my local Walmart shoppinYelling at their kids in front of my opticsI've been operating under the premise that neither existed Because I base my beliefs in logicBut if it's really true, what you say when my body is in the groundI'll either float on up or drop right downThen I'm nervous for the verdictAs a person I'm imperfectIve been doing dirt lurking in the gutter with the verminI don't deserve to go north when I'm gone Glim finished rivers, swan shaped bongsSome big tittied angels floating over pondsSinging songs more soothing than Bed, Bath, & BeyondNo, I deserve my skin scorched, skies made of skullsSasquatch is made of fire as I fall into a gulch, everything blackI'd give my left nut and my dick for the chance to go back(chorus)You and I both know I can't shut my mouthBut before you blow my candle outWould you please just listen to me here right now?Before you blow my candle outSongtexteCause if I had a second time around, I would turn it all aroundMan that's what they all say, you're doneNo, no, no, no, shut the fuck up and listen for once Cause I've been sitting on your shoulderAs you've grown colderAll of these years yelling in your earBut you wouldn't hearYou had another plan, too big for little meLet me put it in a rap simileYou'll understand, I gave you a fair shakeKind of like a ferris wheel, during a earthquakeGet it? Like you did it when you had it couldn't get it locked downNo, don't bother with a frownYou were healthy in the mentalPotential with the pencilCould've just filled in the stencilBut you're tempted by the devilContent to just to settle, get a bronze medalYou laid your picnic in the wrong meadowCause now you're trembling and mumbling defending what you've done to him You took the low road, there's a toll booth coming And guess whose in the booth? Man, not IIt's the one that the burglars are meeting when they dieAnd the murders and neighborhood circlers guyIt's not a piece of cake if you want a piece of the pieSo I'll have dinner with the winnersWhile you simmer with the sinnersTurn your summers into wintersWhat a bummer you can whimperYou could've been a star, just a glimmerNow let me blow your candle out and make it dimmer(chorus)Ladies and gentlemen of the congregation we are here today to celebrate the loss of a demon. Peter Sparker. And may he never live again a scourge on this earth may our children never repeat his mistakes. (Hallelujah!) And may he burn eternallyWhat do you want me to do? You fucking sorry excuse You dug your own hole lying and dudeNo, no, no, that apology is cuteBut all will be throughI'll blow your candle like the chances you blewYea, you had some moments in the radianceBut then you'd always go skulking in the shade againYou disappointed your family, shamed friendsI got a list here, the order of my list that it's in It goes: your daughter, your mother, your girl, your brother, Jeff, Cam, Matt, your father, sister, and some othersSo while you wither like Bill your little life will be forgotten While you're rotten wikipedia pagesThey will be fadingWhile you're waitingFor a pardon from this run-on sentence Unpunctuated arson while you stand thereBare your closet full of skeletons dancing like the flames on your hairHey, don't be like em all Spose, you're your own foes, make this bed of coals you can go to sleep there(chorus) Aus Songtexte Mania