I hear voices, they tell me to stop

Why should I listen,

They’ve never felt the drop

They hide in corners behind the pretty girls

In their gold in their gold in their gold

One minute to a, one minute to a, one minute to midnight

My soul you can have it cause it don’t mean shit

I’d sell it to the devil for another hit

And midnight is coming and I wish that you were here

I hear voices, echo in my brain

They don’t like it cause I’m not dressed the same

They hunt for rabbits just like Yosemite Sam


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