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de Brendan Kelly

I’d rather die
Than live forever
I’d rather never show my hand
and hide in the wild deprivation.
But this shit ain’t that.

These aren’t the times, this isn’t my night
These are crimes and reckless homicides
Duct tape and ether rags, burning at midnight
We’re trying to get away from what we started
From all the sirens, flames and stinking carnage

So then I’m gonna see my lady then I’m gonna go back home
And I’d say I’ll see you maybe soon but baby, no I won’t
And I know I don’t deserve this so don’t fucking tell me so
I stopped listening long ago

I ain’t the boy you think you know

Huh!

Do you wanna see a picture of what’s underneath these pants?
Do you wanna hear a dream I pretend I don’t have?
Do you wanna stay asleep while the kids outside get wild
Or lick the demon smile?

Do you want to get some gasoline and huff and burn and laugh?
Do you want to burn a flaming pentagram into the grass?
I used to want it now I just want to want it back.
But this shit ain't that.

So then I’m gonna see my lady then I’m gonna go back home
And I’d say I’ll see you maybe soon but baby, no I won’t
And I know I don’t deserve this so don’t fucking tell me so
I stopped listening long ago

I ain’t the boy you used to know
Somebody’s comin'
Somebody's comin'
Somebody's comin'
Let’s get to runnin'
Somebody's comin'
I ain't the boy you used to know
Somebody's comin'
I ain't the boy you used to know
Somebody's comin'
I ain't the boy you used to know
Let's get to runnin'

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