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Tired of shootin' smack, tired of on the run, traded the needle... for the gun
Tired of livin' small, tired of the withdrawal, no more retreat, give it the all
Oh Benny how many times you tried to kill yourself,
OD's and robberies and super stunts, I never thought you'd die for them
Riding around in tanks, fire a round of blanks, Benny had never had such fun
Until he took a wrong step into a bomb, and that's when Benny got blowed up
Alone, under a blanket soaked with sweat and pi*s,
We figured Benny would end up like this
We just didn't think for them