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Take the children
Rape the women
Leave your mark with your infected semen

Raise ye glasses, gather the lasses
And make a toast the greatest hoax

{Lord knows we tried to get off easy}

Dance the jig of shame
We are all to blame
What a silly game

Oh please let me know
Dreams are meant for children
Aspirations and motivation are our false sense of security
Remember what you really are

Let’s ask the good ol’ man what we should do
He told me, “Pity the shitty. Adore the poor. Take your ideas and get out the door,”

Old memories break through the barrier from this drink
Take another if I have to (Maybe a hit too)
Daddy got drunk, Mommy got punched
Sister got high, brother just died

(Lord knows we tried to get off easy)

Dance the jig of shame
We are all to blame
What a silly game

Oh, tell me what I already know
Dreams are meant for children
Aspirations and motivation are our false sense of security (Security? Can we get security?)
Remember what you really are

(Oh don’t forget. Don’t you dare forget!)

I rather cry a thousand tears than ever tell you my deepest fears
You’ll feed off my needs and kill all my joys (Nothing but a toy)
Turn your glasses up, smack your lady’s butt and forget the mental scars (Scarred for life babe, scarred for life)


Dance, dance, dance that jig of shame
We all, we all, we all are to blame
Such a silly silly silly game

I pray you remember my name and all the lies behind it
Because you know what they say, “A cliff is an if and life is a b***h,”

(Don’t get me wrong this is what it is)

So! Oh!
Dance the jig of shame
We are all to blame
What a silly game

Teach the children what I know
Dreams are meant for children
Aspirations and motivation are our false sense of security
Remember what we really are (Little b*****d)

Spoken with ghost like echo-> Empty bottles of wine, all out of time, ain't nothing but a number, ain't nothin' left to discover

If you can figure it out. I will give a hundred gold. Seriously. Try.