Limb by limb and tooth by tooth, tearing up inside of me
Every day, every hour wish that I was bulletproof
Wax me, mould me, heat the pins and stab them in
You have turned me into this
Just wish that it was bulletproof
So pay me money and take a shot
Lead-fill the hole in me, I could burst a million bubbles
All surrogate and bulletproof
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