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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)

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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