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Mama don't want me 5 years old
Mama don't want him 5 years old
And I was the one who offered him a home
I didn't know then
I didn't know at all
I didn't have a son after all
I had a hand biting sinner at our family dinner
He tricked me out of my precious family home

You won it all boy
You got a street named after you
You blew your brains out
Never said a single word that was true
You won the lotto kid, you had it all
Swear you won the lotto, you had it all

You fucking idiot
You fucking gambler
You'll burn yourself right to the ground

You fucking idiot
You fucking coward
You'll burn yourself right to the ground

You tiny little man I've drawn the line down in the sand
You with your crossed fingers
Swear to God and shake my hand
The world is mostly good, people hope and pray
Sometimes it just takes a while for it to look that way

Pay me back, pay me back
Pay me back, you can't
Pay me back, pay me back
Pay me back, you can't

You fucking idiot
You fucking gambler
You'll burn yourself right to the ground

You fucking idiot
You fucking coward
You'll burn yourself right to the ground

You fucking idiot
You fucking gambler
You'll burn yourself right to the ground

You fucking idiot
You fucking coward
You'll burn yourself right to the ground

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