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Bukowski (Explicit) - Hopeless Otis
Raise your hands above your head
I know it's not what you wanted
But it's what you needed right now
We gotta get rid of these god d**n ghosts somehow
We can wake the dead or just stop acting like them instead
Heartaches and broken limbs won't help you forget
What you need to forget right now
We gotta get rid of these god d**n ghosts somehow
Find something that you love and let it kill you
Let it rip you apart
You're always you're always gonna be making money for
Somebody else
You're always you're always gonna be working for somebody else
And I don't know about you
And I don't know about you
And I don't know about you
And I don't know about you
And I don't know about you
But I'm sick of this personal hell
It's bad enough to be a walking clone of a human being
A blank stare on a friday night
It's not what I need it's not what you need right now
We gotta get rid of these god d**n ghosts somehow
Find something that you love and let it kill you
Let it rip you apart
You're always you're always gonna be making money for
Somebody else
You're always you're always gonna be making money for
Somebody else
And I don't know about you
And I don't know about you
And I don't know about you
And I don't know about you
And I don't know about you
But I'm sick of this personal hell
You're always you're always gonna be making money for
Somebody else
You're always you're always gonna be making money for
Somebody else
And I don't know about you
And I don't know about you
And I don't know about you
And I don't know about you
And I don't know about you
But I'm sick of this personal hell
