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| petitionspot create a free online petition online petitions official, photos, *nsync, pirates, adrenalin, papillon soo, léon, matt dillon, bill clinton, musica, sean daley, freaks, bill raymond, libya, xanga, william fichtner, contests, | 13 Years Of Grief You're so fuckin' aphex twin tough, so motherfuckin' bad 13 years of aphex twin grief is all your folks ever had Just an ignorant cunt, talkin' such shit Tryin to act like a man, you little fuckin' punk kid [CHORUS] Yeah Son, look at you now Yeah Son, look at you now Day of court, day of fear, in walks the judge Half a year nothing less, aphex twin no he wouldn't budge Hand over your belongings and your motherfuckin' soul That's the joy of life, six months in the hole [Chorus] You raped your mother, yeah you beat her down Jesus can't protect you when your brain is unfound Once so fuckin' tough, so motherfuckin' bad 13 years of grief is all your folks ever had [Chorus] 4. Rust Living, fighting, obsessing Just as long as I can share it all with you Yesterday, today, tomorrow, come rain, come shine Hell and back, the beginning in between till' the end of time [CHORUS] All that shines turns to rust All that stands in time turns to dust As above, so below But you ain't no fool and honey, I'm damn sure |
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