Full Devil Jacket - D.m.f.

I'm hanging out in grave-yards 

The smell of flowers in the air 

All my best friends are corpses 

But they don't seem to care 

There's rotting skin hangin from my head 

I won't listen to what's been said 

A muddy coffin for my bed 

I'm livin life wishin I was dead 

I'm f*cking dead 

Turnin into a dead motherf*cker 

Turnin into a dead motherf*cker 

Turnin into a dead motherf*cker 

Turnin into a dead motherf*cker 

The sun has fallen form the sky 

And it's curied in the grownd 

The devils are dancin 

Emptiness is everywhere to be found 

I抦 f*ckin found 

Turnin into a dead motherf*cker 

Turnin into a dead motherf*cker 

Turnin into a dead motherf*cker 

Turnin into a dead motherf*cker















		
			



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