Deem me dead.
It goes a little something like this
In my shoes my toes are busted,
My kitchen says my bread is molded,
I got a good job at the dollar store.
One foot in the hole, one foot gettin' deeper,
with a broken mirror and a blown out speaker
And I ain't got much else to lose.
I'm faded, flat busted;
I've been jaded I've been dusted.
I know
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