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I read it in a book in school
I read it with ‘Janet and John’
No matter how you know the man
You can't trust what he’s on
Some time later when he's on his own
What once was muscle is now bone

I see a skull on a stick
I see a skeleton with skin
I'm getting by just the best I can
While you're directing traffik

You can't judge a man by his skin
Or a book by the cover it's in
But I can't help feel it's true
The devil's got a hand on you

In a world of laughter where the madman thrive
You’re sewing up your death shroud from the inside

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