Cuts

One, two fucking three,
six seven eight motherfucker can't you see?

Reached that boiling point,
wishing screeching let me pinpoint,
this mess you all made,
and once again here I am to your aid.

Why do I even bother,
sometimes I wonder, brothers...

But that's okay, I've got time,
I'll flip over the dime,
and close the gates,
while I'm singing,
​yeah, boys,

This is me winning.

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