You play with razors you’re gonna get cut. Burn your bridges you can't look back. All got a cross to bear hit the bottom I'll see ya there. Bitch has got a loose mouth shot it off all over town. Words are bullets to the faithful reputations shot to hell.
Devil May Care but I don't.
Time ain’t been too kind one day you're just left behind. When there’s no more money to burn how the hell are you gonna get by? Cold turkey in a dirty alley how’s the view from down there? Sitting in the detritus with your wide eyed stare.
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No one cares about you, your used up life, say your last goodbye and just curl up and die.
