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Wear the crown made of thorns on the day I was
By the of a cold television
And I remember the in his uniform
As he marched from the of vision

Well he didn't come and it was just us alone
The brat and the widowed
Then one night after Ma took her life
I fell down the street to

And I what the dumpsters were giving
And I did my to survive
I figured that life's for the living
While alive
While you're

Bring out the gin and the violins
I'm a success as a failure
And it's than hell in this cardboard hotel
I share with a chronic embezzler

So I beat my retreat collister street
To one of my holy
And tangled my wings with wire and string
But I'm spinning in a of faces

And take what the dumpsters are giving
And I'll do my best to
'Cause I still think life's for the living
Yes I think that life's for the living

And I'll take the dumpsters are giving
And I'll pray night to St. Giles
But I think that life's for the living
At for a while
At least for a