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Father, i confess for doing
I had a brain, but life had to ruin it
Dissinfected, disected, don't respect it
When you put me in a cage full of animals
Savages and cold blooded canibals
I can't help but come but abouts me
Try to run but they found me, surround me
Then they choke ya, and provoke ya
Try to smoke ya, turn you into a joka
I tried to rub it off, but its all i know
The only thing i ever knew, so what to do
Look at you, a bigot till your growin old
Your growin mold, with a soul thats freezin cold
So i confess, but even if i'm all wrong
I'll be down with the clown till i'm dead and gone
[chorus]
I confess, this lady had a purse, so i took it
I took it home, opened it, i shook it
She had papers, lipstick and nail polish
Credit cards and about 27 dollars
I bought a 5th, drank it and laid there
It seemed like, i could see the purse everywhere
On the light post, by this mail box
I tried to run from it, i ran a couple blocks
But there it was, on the side walk, waitin for me
It tried to lure me to it, i had to fuckin' do it
I picked it up, and stuck my fuckin' hand in it
It was full of rats, and they fuckin' bit it off
Father i confess, i'm a criminal
But my worlds too subliminal around me
Look at them, all the wicked masses
Thats why i'm down with the clown till i'm ashes
[chorus]
Its like a circus, a wicked carnival
Everybodys got a tickit, they're lookin
For the freaks, to point and gawk at
Look at yourself, the jokes on you jack
[chorus]
[repeats until song ends]
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