Life
Life is like a gift
It will make you drift
It can be hard
You have to play smart
Less and less love
We're running out of doves
More drugs
And more thugs
Wondering when we will live again
Less brains
Now what do we do?
We are all screwed
Here comes the train
The next generations pain
Life is over
We made a huge crossover
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