R.I.P. RFTC

The State of Art is still on fire

And it's burning straight to the ground

My head hurts and my body's tired

Who do I go to see now that they’re not around

When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know

I’ve got the noose 'round my neck on a fuckin' rope

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During the day I'm diggin' ditches

But bad moods makes me hard to get to know

I got sturdy receiting "Pigeons"

Well it makes me smile, take me to San Diego

When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know

I've got the noose round my neck on a fuckin' rope

R-I-P R-F-T-C

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R-I-P R-F-T-C

When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know

I've got the noose 'round my neck on a fuckin' rope

R-I-P R-F-T-C

R-I-P R-F-T-C

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