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Dead Horse Walking
Haunted
By the shallowed breath
Gasping, this horse you've so often
Beaten to death
Undaunted
As we suffer through your rants
Can't get a word in edgewise
You don't give anyone else the chance
Dead horse walking while you just keep talking
Endlessly with what you deem worth repeating
It only prolongues the beating
I've had my fill, runneth over is my cup
Will you ever for once in your jaded life
Just shut the fuck up?
If you were doped to the gills
With sodium pentathol
It would be a blessing to us all
To hear the truth for a change
There just aren't enough pills
To put you back in your stall
If it truly was my call
I'd take you to the shooting range
Put you out of our misery
Cock back the trigger and pull it
Bitchslapping you would be my pleasure
And spare us the cost of the bullet
Open your eyes, Attention Whore
Shut your thighs and listen up
You can't force sympathy to happen
Congrats on winning the Loser's Cup
Spilling over with horses' piss
That you failed to take with rants like this
No one cares
It just had to be said
No one cares
Just one bullet to the head
No one cares
Who did what to whom and why and when
No one cares
This thoroughbred is as good as dead
No one
By the shallowed breath
Gasping, this horse you've so often
Beaten to death
Undaunted
As we suffer through your rants
Can't get a word in edgewise
You don't give anyone else the chance
Dead horse walking while you just keep talking
Endlessly with what you deem worth repeating
It only prolongues the beating
I've had my fill, runneth over is my cup
Will you ever for once in your jaded life
Just shut the fuck up?
If you were doped to the gills
With sodium pentathol
It would be a blessing to us all
To hear the truth for a change
There just aren't enough pills
To put you back in your stall
If it truly was my call
I'd take you to the shooting range
Put you out of our misery
Cock back the trigger and pull it
Bitchslapping you would be my pleasure
And spare us the cost of the bullet
Open your eyes, Attention Whore
Shut your thighs and listen up
You can't force sympathy to happen
Congrats on winning the Loser's Cup
Spilling over with horses' piss
That you failed to take with rants like this
No one cares
It just had to be said
No one cares
Just one bullet to the head
No one cares
Who did what to whom and why and when
No one cares
This thoroughbred is as good as dead
No one
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