Testo Efilnikufesin Anthrax
Wasting your life no future bright
Dancing on your grave
Living like a slave, someone shouldâve said...
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Wake up dead in a plywood bed
Six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldnât see your own dependency
Nfl, nice fuckinâ life
The whole world is your playground
Yet you canât find your niche
Your only friends, it helps you through
Helps you dig your daily ditch
The bottom line canât touch you
Cause youâre above the rest
But your little friendâs the enemy
And the bottom line is death
You lived a life of excess
Goddamn shame itâs such a waste
Just one too many cookies
From the batch no one should taste
Yet his memory stills stays with us
Cause watching him was fun
Too bad things werenât different
Who knows what heâd have done