I'm puttin' up a levy to keep the ragin'
River of manure from my front door
My pay off was pity
I'm ready for more
I've got a sucker punched tarred and feathered heart
It can beat no more in vain
Like the bitterest pill with your sordid thrill [bad word] a franchise on my pain
You can't
Find it, [bad word] it, forget it, forever
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The best that can be said for you
Is you couldn't get no worse
We ride side by side on the liquorice ride
My heart is a hole you make one 
More slip and I fall... 
To the bottom of the barrel
The more I pour 
The more I pain
The more I burn 
With loss and shame
You can't
Find it, [bad word] it, forget it, forever
Find it, [bad word] it, forget it, forever