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And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
everytime i go outside i feel like spiders are crawling all over me. i swear there are some deadly racoons outside and i think they're offended by the colors of my hair. everyone is being all pissy at me today. yeah whateva. i sat at home all day and fucked around on the computer, as usual. i'm sure that's a give in for all of you. alone time is nice. too much alone time and one starts to hallucinate. i wear the black for the poor and the beaten down, livin' in the hopeless hungry side of town...and i wear for the thousands that have died, believin' that the lord was on their side.