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momma, momma don't you waste those prayers on me momma, momma won't you wash those tears away i'm so red my credit line's fucked up, bankrupt on borrowed time everybody say i'm too young to die old and petty everybody say i'm too old to die young and pretty today, i'll take summer tours and power chords momma, momma don't you listed to a word they say momma, momma don't you turn your back on me i burn candles at both ends, blown up, blown out between dead ends. i paint all the red doors black black to red and back again everybody say Aus Songtexte Mania