Shoot the Pig

For none of these fuckers will ever know, what I think as I
 go. No... no not one last time.
Not for me not for you. Not for what I find may scare me 
more than if I stayed blind. I've shot the pig. I've drawn 
the line. I've got my nine under my shirt.
Don't worry you won't get hurt. In my head ring blood tones
 that make me feel less alone.
Biting nails cleaning guns Biting nails cleaning guns Bad 
boy: Now, we're forced to do extreme things, make some 
money and get the fuck out of there!
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