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Hey sir, man of health Won't you give me a dime so I can kill myself Very slowly, but it feel so good Hey sir, man himself Won't you shoot me up, with the deadly stuff You're the only one I can get it from PRECHORUS: From the palm of my hand Come and join this clan With this society, we can bring the sick to health And protect them from their worst enemy Who is none other than himself. CHORUS: We don't give a fuck now We're gonna rebel now We're gonna sell now Anti-Drug Society You try it once, you try it twice, you try it three times You roll the dice You move up, your life span is cut The depressed writer writes his sorrow About two filters mixed in bed When the paper was done SongtexteHe put a gun to his head Pre-chorus Chorus SOLO Chorus Aus Songtexte Mania