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Urban Hell

from Crack the Blinds by Chronicore

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When I wake up I'm lying in the dirt. People staring at my face but I don't care. Don't recall yesterday don't care about tomorrow. When my mind straightens up I realize you're dead. Open my eyes, trying to stand up. Filling my head with agony and pain, forcing myself to face another day. Starting to look around realize I'm in hell. Down deep in hell. This talkshow host comes up to me and asks me 'Hey, Weazl' what's your life really like. Well girl, the only thing I can tell you is I've been down so deep I must've been living in fucking hell. Imagine what's it like, when you wake up in the park, your lying on your bench and the only friend you've got beside you is an empty bottle of booze. Oh, it must be so hard. I want you all to pity me. Stepping out I'm halfway dead, stuck between sick and mad. Stuck between concrete and bad smell. Living in a suburban hell.

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from Crack the Blinds, released January 1, 1993

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