Lyrics
I'm
not
myself,
I
am
A
broken
boxer,
stuffed
with
glass
and
sand
This
is
not
how
health
should
feel
Songs
sung
from
the
lungs
of
the
elderly
I'm
dead
now,
check
my
chest
and
you'll
see
The
life
has
been
mined
from
me,
burned
for
the
heat,
oh
I'm
dead
now,
can
you
hear
the
relief?
As
life's
belligerent
symphony's
finally
cease,
oh
I
put
my
heart
where
my
mouth
is
And
now
I
can't
thumb
it
down
again
I've
gone
deviled
my
kidneys
Now
he's
living
inside
of
me
If
we
can't
bring
an
exorcist
I'll
settle
for
one
of
your
stiffest
drinks
We'll
scream
hell
towards
heaven's
door
And
I'll
piss
on
your
front
porch
I'm
dead
now,
check
my
chest
and
you'll
see
The
life
has
been
mined
from
me,
burned
for
the
heat,
oh
I'm
dead
now,
can
you
hear
the
relief?
As
life's
belligerent
symphony's
finally
cease,
oh
We're
all
dead
now
Join
hands
and
we'll
sing
To
the
glory
of
hell
And
the
virtue
of
sin
O-ooh,
oh,
oh
O-ooh,
oh,
oh
O-ooh,
oh,
oh
O-ooh,
oh,
oh
There's
something
wrong
with
me
There's
something
wrong
with
me
Aah,
there's
something
wrong
with
me
And
it
reads
nothing
like
poetry
So
will
you
love
me
in
spite
of
these
tics
and
inconsistencies?
There's
something
wrong
with
me,
oh
There's
something
wrong
with
me,
oh
And
it
reads
nothing
like
poetry
Aah,
you
love
me
in
spite
of
these
tics
and
inconsistencies
There's
something
wrong
with
me
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