It's still a mystery to me
When the rug gets pulled
I land on my feet
But I never touch the ground
Unless I'm six feet deep
Remember the time you stepped in a bear trap
Had to chew through your anlke just to be free
I see you still canbe free
I see you still can't walk right
bur your plastic foot looks just like the real thing
Now you always gotta watch your step
Use your right foot first
Stay away from the depths
Look at yourself
It's just another trap
Snare around your neck
Gonna cut your throat
If you try to run
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