Well, I went to the doctor
I said, "I'm feeling kind of rough"
"Let me break it to you, son
Your shit's fucked up"
I said, "My shit's fucked up?
Well I don't see how"
He said, "The shit that used to work
It won't work now"
I, I had a dream
Ah shucks, oh well
Now it's all fucked up
It's shot to hell
Yeah, yeah, my shit's fucked up
It has to happen to the best of us
The rich folks suffer like the rest of us
It'll happen to you
That Amazing Grace
Sort of passed you by
You wake up every day
And you start to cry
You wanna to die
But you just can't quit
Let me break it on down
It's the fucked up shit
Yeah my shit's fucked up
Fucked up
I said, "I'm feeling kind of rough"
"Let me break it to you, son
Your shit's fucked up"
I said, "My shit's fucked up?
Well I don't see how"
He said, "The shit that used to work
It won't work now"
I, I had a dream
Ah shucks, oh well
Now it's all fucked up
It's shot to hell
Yeah, yeah, my shit's fucked up
It has to happen to the best of us
The rich folks suffer like the rest of us
It'll happen to you
That Amazing Grace
Sort of passed you by
You wake up every day
And you start to cry
You wanna to die
But you just can't quit
Let me break it on down
It's the fucked up shit
Yeah my shit's fucked up
Fucked up
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