We're all born into this world
with a fucking deficit
And the past's a cancelled check
So let's get on with it
I've an ironclad excuse
for every era that I wasted
Let us cut through the slack
and jack the alibi I pasted
I was bullied I was lovesick
I was heartbroken and stoned
then I had too much responsibility
and on that rock I honed
a claim that seemed ridiculous
and all the more surprise
I will transform into a black-
chromed lotus right before your eyes
what
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