The End Of The World Song
Piss in a pot. Stir it around.
Boil it up. ‘Till it turns brown.
Spread it on the wound. Maybe it’ll sting.
If you don’t die, do it all again.
Whatever doesn’t kill us, just makes us more jaded.
Piss in a pot. Stir it around.
Boil it up. ‘Till it turns brown.
Spread it on the wound. Maybe it’ll sting.
If you don’t die, do it all again.
Whatever doesn’t kill us, just makes us more jaded.
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