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A hungry boy
In a town of one hundred more
The food is out the door
Make me want to help myself help myself
A river red
Pouring from the side of his head
A bullet through the brain
Make him feel different today
A treasure not my own
I take it, took it, nobody will notice
Well that suits me well
Big house, big yard, help myself, help myself
Oh, colder grow the days
Oh, much faster pass the years by
Oh, colder grow the days
Oh, much faster pass the years by
'Til we die
Every now and then
TV preacher tell of heaven
Redemption for a penny a soul
1-800 help yourself, help yourself
Help yourself
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