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Pray To The Junkiemaker

アーティスト:Fishbone  アルバム:The Reality Of My Surroundings  作詞:DOWD CHRISTOPHER GORDON/MOORE ANGELO CHRISTOPHER  作曲:DOWD CHRISTOPHER GORDON/MOORE ANGELO CHRISTOPHER 

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Pray to the Junkiemaker through all types of weather You will be a slave to the Junkiemaker forever Fiend 4 the means while it taxes your mind... You're on the road to the "Tombstone Commode" Fiend like a hype as you suck on the glass pipe Your soul is cast into a Hellish hole And as you're on your knees tryin to feed your disease The monkey's on your back got you "beggin' please" Pray to the Junkiemaker Take a hit wit yer lips Pray to the Junkiemaker...WHOA! You're jaded the light you no longer see Burned out, broke down in your misery Drop to less, you'll soon confess and "assume the position" "Constipated asphyxiated concludes in Purgatory as stated!" Pray to the Junkiemaker Pray to the Junkiemaker It's the death ticket, "Can I get a witness!" Pray to the Junkiemaker "Take a hit, Wit yer lips!" Pray to the Junkiemaker "OOOOOOOOOH, WHOAH!" Pray to the Junkiemaker "Take a hit, sit and piss!" Pray to the Junkiemaker WHOAH! I ain't talkin' 'bout a physical addiction but a mental spell It's a moral to this story so listen well I relate the life I live in full of shit and sometimes Hell And you will see that the pipe is your reality


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