Methhead

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I saw him down in a dump, hurling armloads of junk
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into a pickup, bound for the yard.
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He was skiddish and strange, like a wild dog with mange
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and there was blood, where his veins ran hard.
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Wadin' deep through the grime, he found a long copper line
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then he jumped up, and leaped to the ground.
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You'd have thought he'd struck gold, the way he kicked and he rolled
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and like a bandit, he tore out of town.

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Oh now, he's out on the prowl
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you better get up, and go back inside.
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Because he's loose on the land, getting all that he can
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and there won't be, nowhere to hide.
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Yea he's crawling his way, to his fix for the day
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you won't stop him, he's bent to be fed.
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He's the low heathen kind, with a shit mangled mind
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the desperate, fucking methhead.

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There was a girl tall and thin, with scabbed yellow skin
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inside a rest stop, I won't soon forget.
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She was digging at a rash, trying to deal up some cash
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saying baby, i'm clean and i'm wet.
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I just kept pacing by, swatting through the flies
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her stench, rancid and stout.
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While she stood there crying please, with her fists between her knees
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and the sores, draining arond her mouth.

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Oh now, she's out on the prowl
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you better get up, and go back inside.
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Because she's loose on the land, getting all that she can
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and there won't be, nowhere to hide.
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Yea she'll bum and she'll beg, she'll knaw at your leg
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you can't kill her, she's already dead.
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She's the empty eyed soul, the zombie like foal
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the feanding, fucking methhead.

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It's getting dark pretty soon, they love to lurk by the moon
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so i'm out back, shoveling the dirt.
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I'm gonna dig me a whole, as far as I can go
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and when they fall, i'll cover them up.

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Oh now, they're out on the prowl
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you better get up, and go back inside.
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Because they're sweeping the land, getting all that they can
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and there won't be, nowhere to hide.
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They've got the taste on their tounge, their fates have been hung
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it's a fever, that's already spread.
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From out far and wide, they're the fit to be tied
       G         F         Dm
the worthless, fucking methhead.

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