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Daycare Swindlers Testosterosa

Old man, dirty old man, walking down that mile long road Got a suitcase in his hand but he's got to place to go His shoes don't fit his coat ain't clean

The more I look the less I see propped up infront of my TV I'll scale these walls before I'm free, kill my pain and then my grief Sitting all alone and

History repeats pressure make it quit age old slavery plan exploitation of man when I die bury me in the dirt where I won't need no money and I won't

You can hate me I'm no porno star I know what you look like and where you are you live in a box I keep hidden on the shelf way down in the basement when

Murder, seduction lechery and treason the course is plotted and it's been mapped out it's time to execute the plan at hand to begin it's time to unfurl