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Die, Jr.
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I'll spend my life cleaning up this place
For all I know, I'm made of nuclear waste
I sweep the floor, sweeping up disgust
The sores on my hands fill me with lust
Lust to fill the water supply
With LSD, PCP, and cyanide

(Chorus)

I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die

Achmed sells used cars

The Seven Seven Seven is his favorite bar
One day he went out with a beautiful friend
He was beaten with a slugger, split open his head
On the street the pain is real
But he's just a faggot, he cannot feel

(chorus)

I'm already dead
My pants are full of lead
My eyes are filled with red
‘Cause I'm in my mamma's bed

Die
Die
Die

James used to hang at the 7-Eleven

With a Slurpie™ and change he was video heaven
The color of his skin made him guilty of crime
Took a dive for the hillbillies drinking their wine
Angel Dust™ didn't ease the pain
Made it easy for the cops, said he was insane

(chorus)

I'm already dead
My pants are full of lead
My eyes are filled with red
‘Cause I'm in my mamma's bed