I've got no money, no booze, no friends
I've got the fucking world in my hands
I walk alone among these clones so nice and clean
I bear this gift, this curse of being me
No bruising me mother fucker
No choosing death, gotta suffer
Force fed on insults
To feel shame a crime
I'm the type that finds absurdity devine
Best fear to tread this path of mine, just step aside
Nothing to lose. Behold this mighty stride
No bruising me mother fucker
No choosing death, gotta suffer
Spare me your pity
Trust me I'm fine
You seek others to define your perfect life
You see, I've got this spine, won't let me hide, let's call it pride
I'll call your bullshit until the day I die
credits
from Sex, Thugs, and Rock n' Roll,
released July 31, 2015
Performed, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Hector G. at The Incredible Audible Egg.
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