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Anthrax

It started back in high school
So cool, king of the scene
You found that making people laugh
Was more than just a dream
The public took right to you
Like flies to a pile of shit
So funny and smart, so talented
But success just couldnââ?¬â?¢t fit

Wasting your life no future bright
Dancing on your grave
Living like a slave, someone shouldââ?¬â?¢ve said...

N.f.l., efilnikufesin n.f.l.
N.f.l., efilnikufesin n.f.l.

Wake up dead in a plywood bed
Six feet from the rest of your life
And when you couldnââ?¬â?¢t see your own dependency

N.f.l., nice fuckinââ?¬â?¢ life

The whole world is your playground
Yet you canââ?¬â?¢t find your niche
Your only friends, it helps you through
Helps you dig your daily ditch
The bottom line canââ?¬â?¢t touch you
Cause youââ?¬â?¢re above the rest
But your little friendââ?¬â?¢s the enemy
And the bottom line is death

You lived a life of excess
Goddamn shame itââ?¬â?¢s such a waste
Just one too many cookies
From the batch no one should taste
Yet his memory stills stays with us
Cause watching him was fun
Too bad things werenââ?¬â?¢t different
Who knows what heââ?¬â?¢d have done