Up Syndrome I Believe This Knife Belongs To You
Don’t think I don’t think about the knife
Resting in my spine
Open wound dripping blood stained on my back
It’s just a matter of time
YOU’LL GET WHAT YOU DESERVE
YOU’LL GET WHAT’S COMING TO YOU
Maybe you like to bite the hand that feeds
And just push it aside
Maybe you’ll find yourself crawling on knees
It’s just a matter of time
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If I could puke in your mouth
I’d gag myself all day
I’d like to show you just how
Rancid karma can taste
I got my doll now
Got my voodoo doll now
Got my doll now
Got my voodoo doll now
Outta pins now
Running outta pins now
Outta pins now
Running outta pins now
I’m a man of God so I pray
that life will teach ya better
Than again I’m just a man, so hey
I hope to find ya dead or
Repressed but with a “D”
Let’s bring back lepracy
Or S.A.R.S yes maybe
Or a qudrapalegic
It’s sick
how quick you turned
You played with fire
And I got burned
And twice not you thought
Of betraying
A humble pave
That’s why I sing
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And I believe this knife belongs to you…
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