Ninety Pound Wuss
Ninety Pound Wuss - Junk lyrics
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The need to realize Shot, shot, shot, blank Staring down the barrel of my arm Shot, shot, shot, dead It's over drawn black Shot, shot, shot, red No restrictions Sucking eyes inward, immobile Bionic continuity Till death do us part
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Language: English
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- Country: United States
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