Come to me
Come unto me
All ye that labor
You that are heavy laden
Cos everything hurts
And everything hurts
Ive been pursuing the fuel too long
Got a big fat pain in my chest bone
Got an empty pocket book
Got a big fat momma in my cheque-book
And everything hurts
And everything hurts
I got the disease tinnitus
Im speakin like Ive got tourrettes
And everything hurts x3
Im born x 2
Im dressed like a road beacon
On my way to valhalla breakfast
And everything hurts
Cant you see the bitches by my side
Followin me through all my life
And everything hurts
I was born x 3
Come to me all ye that labor and are heavy laden
My head dip dip dip dipping, man
All my limbs are disconnected
And everything hurts x3
Ive been pursuing the fuel too long
Got a big fat pain in my chest bone
And everything hurts x2
Everything hurts
[...] man
Cos everything hurts
I got a big fat [slug] on my knee bone
And the back of my [...], zipped up
And everything hurts x2
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