Doctors don’t give a sh#t about what you did before
Touching lights and portal
You’re such a dirty wh#re
Injecting her#in into your bones, it’s not what I’d like to do for a nice quiet night at home
It seems you’re dead and it seems you’re going to Hell
It seems you’re dead and I really couldn’t tell
It seems you’re dead and I wouldn’t like to know
It seems you’re dead, well you shoulda told me so
Oh deary me! It seems we burned the Christmas tree down
Horses come out of the ground, and so do the moths
Doctors don’t give a f#ck about what you’ve done before
It’s all the samе medicines in your body, you’re such a whorе
Think of me what you will, but I consider it quite insane
To have cocaine inserted injected into your brain
It seems you’re dead and it seems you’re going to Hell
It seems you’re dead and I really couldn’t tell
Oh deary me, we’ve burned more Christmas trees than I can count one one hand
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