So you got everything that a man could ever need down to all of the little things the little people never see but baby you can ask all who are dead the small things make them sick growing up in size, little maggots hide until your eyes are dry
And then you know You'll fall
It's always little things you hit a toe and it turns black it's always one of them little things a broken nail and you get mad but it's a high time you get used to it more coming up your way the thorn in your side is turning to a knife
maggots form a line
And then you know You'll fall
When you were up you couldn't see In how many pieces you could be
But now it's time for all the little ones to take a bite of you to know what the sweet life tastes like 'Cause for you it's all gone
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