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Only the strong survive Living all these days for myself, not you Mind your own business I do what I do All of you who like to preach all day Now hear what I have to say The smell of leather makes me high I feel good inside when you cry nor remorse is felt when you sigh because skin keeps me warm and dry To wear my boots, I'll take a hide To feed my face, I'll kill with pride In this world of survival Those with strength will have no rival I'll smile as I drive down the street sitting in my car with plush leather seats survival of the fittest and that is the beat and I eat all of the meat