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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left,
This party-hard feeling, this need to please,
It’s driven us all to utter ruin,
The year's at the spring, and day's at the morn;
I’m in another time back when nothing was wrong,
Those liars better watch how they’re talkin' and where they’re walkin',
Or them and their priest friends might be lined in chalk,
I’m a scavenger, a man of the land,
Got a gun in my hand and a cross around my neck,
So don’t regret and don’t be vain,
Otherwise you’ll be hanging by your neck on the streetlight,
We’ve spent most our lives,
Livin' in an American paradise,
They’ve spent most their lives,
Trapped in a Pinnacle paradise,
People killing for eternal life,
In this American paradise,
Jev’s in His Heaven up on high,
All is right in Paradise