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Its a sinking ship/ this thing that we call life The rotting core of time/ goes in a blink of an eye Its the broken dreams/depressing what youve become
The darker side of life, its an ugly sight Behind closed doors, is where corruption hides yeah, yeah The tops of toilets, the white, the parking garage
Thrown in the mix choice not all yours Exploding thoughts you cant ignore Breathing heavy under attack About commitment got you thinking back 30ot6 running
When youre broken and bruised and got nothing to lose Youre sitting there silent busy still licking your wounds, ah, ah Drained and tired but still standing
Translation: Thirty Ought Six. Adios.
Translation: Thirty Ought Six. Aka.
Translation: Thirty Ought Six. Sugar Pill.
Translation: Thirty Ought Six. Note To Self.
Translation: Waits, Tom. 16 Shells From A Thirty-ought-six.
a long branch elbow Chorus I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin' Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six whittle you into kindlin' Black Crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six