Underworld

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JonnyJerny
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Underworld

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He came to me with money in his hand, he offered me, I didn't ask him. I wasn't knocking someone's doors down, I was running from that. When I got up, I was in that, I was already through that, I had that. I had the studio. I went to the studio, The vox studios, I had it all! And I thought to myself, this is a bigger jail than what I got myself out of. I don't want to take my time going to work, I got a horse and a sleeping bag, and ten, fifteen girls, the hell do I need work for? Work for what? Money? I have all the money in the world! I'm the king, man! I run my own business, guy! I decide who does what and where they do it at! Why would I go and run around, act like I'm some sort of teeny bopper somewhere? For someone else's money? I make the money, man. I roll the nickels. The game's mine. I deal the cards.

I close my eyes and seize it!
I clench my fists and beat it!
I light my torch and burn it!
I am the beast I worship!
[22:46] <Ronan_> I once stabbed a man in Reno just to watch him bleed.
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