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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 boss in his
As he marched the field of vision

Well he didn't come home and it was us alone
The and the widowed civilian
Then one April after Ma took her life
I fell down the to oblivion

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

Bring out the gin and the violins
I'm a raging success as a
And it's colder than hell in this cardboard
Which I share with a chronic

So I beat my down collister street
To one of my holy
And they tangled my wings with and string
But I'm spinning in a whirlpool of

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

And I'll take what the dumpsters are
And I'll every night to St. Giles
But I still think that life's for the
At for a while
At for a while