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Acid tabs and a big bag of mushrooms Got the whole room spinning like I'm in a cartoon Cops trying to find me but they seem confused As the moon looms in the night While they're looking for the Clues All they're going to find is their own tombs It's a gloomy sight looking for a fight with my goons Since I've been out of the womb they can't stand it Depressive psycho manic doom mother fucker boom Six six six plays tricks on your mind when you're high When you die then you're mine Six six six plays tricks on your mind when you're low Going to go to your funeral Another one goes to the graveyard Even though he prayed hard He ended up dead by the grey barn He tried to escape from the rail car Was shot in the head by the jail guard There's only two ways off this train Strict nine or a nine mil to the brain Why did the mother fucker even try to escape He's got nowhere to go anyway Six six six plays tricks on your mind when you're high When you die then you're mine Six six six plays tricks on your mind when you're low Going to go to your funeral Six six six plays tricks on your mind when you're high When you die then you're mine Six six six plays tricks on your mind when you're low Going to go to your funeral Another one goes to the graveyard Another one goes to the graveyard Another one goes to the graveyard Another one goes to the graveyard Another one goes to the graveyard Another one goes to the graveyard Another one goes to the graveyard Another one goes to the graveyard