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Without Grace - 20 Yards Lyrics

I was running round the whole day
When I was started on
I didn't think that they could hurt me
My eyes set twice inside the same day
I was panicking
I didn't think that I would make it

The door was 20 yards away
And would the management
Please send me a jar of whisky
Does the saying 'it fucking hurts' mean anything?
If I say what I'm thinking
I might blurter out

I cannot help you
But I'll die anyway
Go ahead punch me
It feels good doesn't it
Theres plenty more
Bottles of beer on the wall for sure
And finally eat shit, fuck face you'll be

Gone and nobody will know a thing
You should have thought about
Smoking weed instead of drinking
And time you know its always ticking
So go and get a job
Before we start internal bleeding

I cannot help you
But I'll die anyway
Go ahead punch me
It feels good doesn't it
Theres plenty more
Bottles of beer on the wall for sure
And finally eat shit, fuck face you'll be