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The Classiest Music Video Ever
Pistol Shrimp:
"New York" Mike, here, representing, Dade, Duval, and, of course the 315. Hit me up if you can carry on an intelligent conversation.
Currently accepting friend requests from Jax, the Beaches, and certain people in the 315.
Myspace is the devil. Aim = ultimatesboarder.
It hurts when you discover,
that one's worse, and one's better,
to hurt or cause others to.
And you can't live by your conscience,
no, guilt is a concept you're not longer subscribing to.
I've got no cellular service,
no health insurance,
no disease they can cure.
But we need more money to burn,
so each person must learn
the dollar amount they are worth.
And your pills make me dizzy,
forgetting my body.
I watch as it walks away.
So I just keep drinking the poison,
and smoking the cartons,
a pack and a half a day.
So when time comes to claim me,
my friends and my family
will gather around my grave
And they'll believe that they knew me,
and loved me, and miss me,
and all call me by name.
So imagine what you are,
and hold on to that thought,
'cause thats as close as you will ever come.
And believe you're where you are,
acting out the part.
At the end of the day, the trees all get wheeled away.
And you'll be standing alone in a big blank space.
So believe you're who you are,
and just stay in character.
But the end of a play, the audience walks away,
and I'll be shivering cold on a well lit stage.
mike