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Loaded as the sun above, I dig myself Drinking washes the gray away, it kissed my brain Smoking makes me catch my breath I feel alone, now I feel my inner selfIncarnation of Christ Now the lungs of the universe Are the lungs of my soul I can feel it, I can sense itHallelujah, bless my soul Monday morning, you enter hell Not me, I'm not a fool, no, I'm not a whore Haven't sold my soulMonday morning, I open a beer And light a cigar Put my pen to paper And write, "I hate you all" From Letras Mania