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His grass is strong and leather black Orphan born to die Weird visions gets you on your back Strange places you have been But soon you'll be gone Further down the pit of sin Savage, dirt, deadbeat They sure got you now Gods' unwanted children? So be it Lost minds draped in haze Taste the sadistic kiss So you think that was the last line? Run, run away sweet child From jaws of delight Little Dusty won't survive the night
