Junk Lyrics & Tabs by Ninety Pound Wuss

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Ninety Pound Wuss

Album : Hierarchy of SnakesPlayStop

The need to realize
Shot, shot, shot, blank
Staring down the barrel of my arm

Shot, shot, shot, dead
It's over drawn black
Shot, shot, shot, red
No restrictions
Sucking eyes inward, immobile
Bionic continuity
Till death do us part

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