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I needed somewhere to hang my head

"Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish — a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow — to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested...Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll."

-Hunter S. Thompson, Gonzo Papers, Vol. 2: Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80s (1988)

Simply because you can breathe,
Doesnt mean youre alive,
Or that you really live,
This life here has taken its toll
And she just doesnt know how much more she can give

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mä ******** sua,
mut en ******* enää
mä en ******** ketään
koskaa enää et kiitti siitä!

Mä en kaipaa; sun tuoksuu,
mä en haluu; sun viereen,
mä en usko; sun valheit,
mä en ikävöi; en paljoo.
Ajat on muuttuvii,
hajotin kukkaruukkusi,
sä väsytit mut uuvuksiin,
on pakko laittaa luukku kii
En anna kastua
mun poskien mä vastustan
sitä tunnetta hassua;
Mä en ******* sua.