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(
Slash/
Matt Sorum/
Eric Dover) Skinny kid flippin' out A prissy little thing with a tan Was an outcast in the basement Tryin' anything he can The skirts spit words like razor blades To keep him off their trail He keeps a chant of silence For a mom The dirty rats is sellin' thing he can't afford He leaves his misery to play In the Soma City Ward Some City Ward Pieces of the son-of-a-bitch Float around the crow He wears his bad intentions like a cape or a shroud Then he blew his mind on Drano From his third story hotel room Yeah he missed the pool by inches So he won't be walkin' soon The dirty rat is seein' thing he can't ignore He left is body for a day In the Soma City Ward Soma City Ward All these people in his head Sayin' to jump out and you'll be free Come sleep in my demon bed Hope that you want it as bad as me The dirty rat is seein' things he can't ignore He leaves his misery to play In the Soma City Ward Soma City Ward Some City Ward
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