Lord I was born so ugly,
Managed to only land on my face
Covered with scummy tats and scars
Before every little body inked by the craze
Couldn’t get a job, sleeves on the preachers and praise
Worship bands look like teen with alimony
It’s deep flight game
Lord, the ugly got that god hand kick
Little bit of ill will, pork skin doll, and a thistle of whittled sticks
Got you in a bad spot for believing in the mystic risks
Holding water and claiming your commanding the mist
Lord, the streets are ugly. Ills of a system of man.
Dispossessed and despiritualized, we’re stripped of meaning and aim.
The future is dead and the past is in decadent flames
And nobody can remember when the last good idea came
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