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The Cost of Happiness
Tears fill your eyes
You echo my sentiments
We both feel
Melancholy **** with our minds.
We get real low
So we get real high
We don't quite reach the sky
So we crash, burn, and die (in our minds)
We fall apart
We **** up
We don't have much
To say or do (because we're always screwed)
Nothing ever works out
Nothing makes it better
It just gets worse
Oh its not all in my head (cursed)
Everything around me
Is here to trip me up
Everything around you
Knocks you down each day.
We're both depressed
We're both so down
We need something better
To turn our lives around.
So I grab a pipe (the metal kind)
And you grab a baseball bat,
Aluminum, hardcore, and to the point
And we get ready (we smoke some joints)
Now we're high (but not quite there)
We go to where we're headed
That place we once dreaded
The local park where they're all so ****ing happy...
With tears in our eyes
But fear in theirs
We walked up to them
And damaged their hearts.
We said nasty things (that we didn't really mean)
And you took your bat
And smashed the damn kids skull,
So I took my pipe and broke some of his ribs.
After we took him out
And the ground was soaked with his blood
You took your b-ball bat
And hit some little girl in the chest.
You knocked her to the ground
And for the first time in years
You smiled and you laughed
As you beat her to a pulp.
Slowly the tears
Evaporated off my cheek
As I took my metal pipe
And beat up the elderly.
I took one man by the hand,
Pulled his cane out of his grasp
Bashed him in the face
And said, "Mother****er suck that."
What have I become,
Happy or dumb
I guess it doesn't hurt
When you feel this numb.
I never felt anything
So being in control
Turned things around
And made me feel powerful.
It got to my head
I felt ****ing happy
But eventually I found out
From my friends...
Three were dead
We were wanted for murder,
My friend with the b-ball bat
Had already done it... (suicide)
He took a gun off a cop
And shouted, "**** that,"
As he jammed it in his neck
And fired real quick...
I guess I didn't know what hit me
So what I chose to do next
Was take a little bit of
Angel dust from a group...
Of teenage boys
Just lookin" for fun
I ****ed 'em up real bad
With my granddaddy's gun.
I got real high,
I got real angry
I paraded around
Like a one-man gang, see...
I shot a couple people
I beat a little boy,
I smashed a couple windshields
I ruined people's joy.
When I was done
And the adrenaline stopped
I took my granddaddy's gun
Pointed it at my head, *POP POP*.
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