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The Scotch-Irish Viking

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The Scotch-Irish Viking

Abstract Inspirational Others


No Regrets

No Regrets

2 mins 195 2 mins 195

The struggle is real.

It's all that some of us know.

The common raw deal,

Don't let your best cards show.

Where do you go,

when there's no where to run.

Search high and low

Until the two become one.

What's done is done,

Another chapter has past.

All the best things in life,

Never seem to last.


I hate to ask, and I don't want

to complain.

Does anyone have a little something

for the pain?

The rain is bitter cold, and I'm

getting soaking wet.

The bread has turned to mold,

and a thief has stole my fishing net.

What is bought and sold,

Seems to put us more in debt.

This scene is getting old,

As I peer behind my cigarette.

I hate this task, trying to

scrub out the stain.

Fuck you and your mask.

I think you've all gone insane.


Come put your leash on,

Be good pets.

It's an obvious con, but

they still place their bets.

No longer a pawn, got

the knowledge of vets.

Everyday's a new dawn.

Everyday the sun sets.


If this is as good or as

bad as it gets.

I'll live the rest of my life

With No Regrets.


The tug-of-war feel.

It's all that some of us know.

Another flawed spiel,

Just before the magic show.

Don't fall for the bow tie,

You'll get squirt in your face.

Too many ask why, stand

up and plead your case.

The races pace,

Is just way to fast.

I'm waiting to play my ace.

Y'all can kiss my ass.


Houses of glass turn to

sand in the rain.

What's past is past,

and now my brick will sustain.

This pain is getting old,

but I haven't quit yet.

Their shoulder's gotten cold,

and their feet are all wet.

They do what they're told,

Using blood to pay their debt.

God went and broke the mold,

I don't come as part of any set.

The poisonous flask, they

try to get me to drink.

Fuck you and your casket.

You can't control how I think.


Come, put your muzzle on,

Be good pets.

If it's from Wuhan,

You can believe in the hex.

When our voices are gone,

you can rely on their text.

Ten thousand more are dead by dawn,

As demons place their bets.


If this is as good or as

bad as it gets.

I'll live the rest of my life

With No Regrets.



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