The way out is a slow choke, the way I thought it'd be. A grey cloud and I'm dead broke, the way it oughta be… and my goat's got. This grave ain't big enough for two, but I'll dig one deeper just for you, and I'll lie in wait.
Blessed by the patron saint of shit, my pound of flesh and your dried up pit, and this dirge plays endlessly for you and me and all I can do is... suck it up.
A grey cloud and a slow choke, the way it oughta be…
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