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I came down the street and saw a brown hat It looked too small but I gave it a try Broken mirrors or even a black cat Bad luck, didn’t fit, now I wanna cry No jobs, no friends, I have no more money Lost my family and lost my dear cars Gone and there’s no one to call me Honey Some bad things in life got me behind bars Terrible distorted I am dirty Out of the way to the electric chair I am Strapped down, held tight to be sturdy Lowered to my grave, pulled by my own hair In my spot, located six feet under Cant hear my cry, silenced by the thunder