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Winter in the midwest is brutal
Overcast skies and bare trees
Every day is like a funeral
Church bells ring out ominous tones
Carried on the harsh wind that chills your bones
Gravestones covered in snow can't read the names
Just a bunch of rotting corpses with worms in their brains
The air is thick with old souls
People who we used to be
Past lives haunt us
There's no way to get immunity from old souls
Old deeds done dirt cheap
Just to make a buck catch a fuck or find a place to sleep
Face the creep in the cellar looking at you in the mirror
Every day you run away but he just gets nearer
The Death of Ivan Ilych
Getting shoved into a black bag
Punks get drink on Jim Beam and bump Black Flag
Slap your brother in the face just to wake him up
He offers you a bump from a key why don't you take him up
Now you're up for good understood
Sweeping up your floor reveal the dark brown wood
Your mind's gone for good but you could never come back
You got the dents in your head but you could never come wack
Never that kill a track
Lead a cat to ruin
Never hear me complain
Shit you know how PRZM's doing
I'm not even going to tell you
Better ask that cat
And if you still give a shit you better blast that cat
Green turns brown and brown turns white
And old turns dead
We look left we look right
But we still all end and
We'll turn out tonight
But don't pretend
Pretend
Green turns brown and brown turns white
And dead
Hip hop heads who don't rotate Spitball
I hate to burn bridges but
Bitch I ain't with y'all
Why don't you go band your bloody head into a brick wall
Or dive into a pool of alligators like Pitfall
Midwest we drag chains like Jacob Marley
Get fat and die like Biggie and Chris Farley