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deacon bruise - daddyz boy lyrics

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i was sick, i am sick
and that’s the excuse for my exile
a sh*t in the punch bowl, a nail in the tire, an unwelcome ghost
sorry to remind you, everyone dies an ugly death
sooner or later, it all comes home

had to keep oiling the engines of commerce
nearly a million dead
blood on the t**th of the quacks and the podcast hosts
blood on the t**th of the mayors and presidents
someday, you might look like me
you might sour like me
heaven f*cking forfend
might comе out the worst case
a burr in the dog’s coat, sand in your shorts, an unwеlcome ghost
sorry to remind you, everyone dies an ugly death

had to keep oiling the engines of commerce
nearly a million dead
blood on the t**th of the quacks and the podcast hosts
blood on the t**th of the mayors and presidents

i was sick, i am sick
and that’s the excuse for my exile
you didn’t wanna stop partying, ever
an unwelcome ghost here at the door
everyone dies an ugly death sooner or later

- daddyz boy lyrics

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