The Falling

[Verse 1]<br>Guns, bitches, hoes, crack<br>Death and disease, and a baseball bat<br>S-T-Ds that have no name<br>Down at the clinic with a face full`a shame<br>Russian Roulette with a naked flame<br>Dangerously slow but in the fast lane<br>A big nose bleed and a bag of cocaine<br>Just got the news about the tumour in my brain<br>But we don`t care so we sniff it all the same<br>Caught my best friend sleepin` with my girlfriend, Jane<br>Now I`m thinkin` of a way to get them slain<br>Assassins for hire, they shall get paid<br>Two-G, Three-G, what-ever it costs<br>None of those fools shoulda got me crossed<br>I`m just about ready for some treachorous fame<br>Ten grenades on the plane, whoops, another Dunblane<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Mass murderin`, brains on the floor<br>You`re dead `cause I said you shouldn`t live no more<br>You done made me, lose my cool<br>Where`s my tool? Who`s the bigger fool?<br>Road rage, pavement rage, all kinds of rage<br>You`re lucky if you get to see some old age<br>Every other day`s a good day to die<br>Best be careful, if you`s love your life<br>You don`t know nothin`, you don`t see nothin`<br>You don`t be nothin`, you don`t do nothin`<br>but we all got to be something, and somebody<br>but everybody here can`t be that rich<br>You know the sayin` - "Life`s a bitch"<br>I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous twitch<br>Keep your mouth shut, help me dig this ditch<br>Don`t you be, a stupid bitch<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>I took a blunt knife, and cut a piece of my heart<br>That`s my sacrifice, my wayward device<br>it sound mad though, my self-mutilation like<br>Doctor Foster and his very first patients<br>God`s unhappy `cause we man`s praisin` himself<br>Plannin` to get to heaven with that earthly wealth<br>Blood money, grudge money, no-body budge money<br>Mass futility, souls on the guillotine<br>Meantime I unravel, callin` Jimmy Saville<br>"Come fix my epitome, I bid to leave this bitterness"