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'cause it don't taste so good a life lived under glass a sparkle in the night alcohol please give me some and everything's perfect and everything's bright and noise that laughs, falls off their maps and she's meditating with the devil. and when there is no shelter.
A dead ditch waiting for to bury my load a final curse a helicopter searchlight a laugh, a joke, a sentiment wasted aggot on your sleeve alright here's a stupid song i wrote today amen.....bazookas and fisticuffs medicating in porches and a taco in my jeans and everything else is small and how am i supposed to live with that and i am not a creature and i knew that i was right and i opened up the taco stand and i want you all to be singing while i'm and let you go and noise that laughs falls off their and she fucked me up the ass and threw me in their van and you comb back your hair.
'cause it's squalid and it's solid and it's 'cause you got something that i just got to get with 'til i could hardly speak 14 miles away from a landfill grave a mouthfull of rotting cavities a sight of perfect silence a treasury you can't afford airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis all around a water tank all my days i had moldy bread and all that it feeds and i opened up the taco stand and i passed out in your dorm and i went out on tour and if you get to the point and it's rude and my bags are waiting in the next life and my soul's just a silhouette and say you knew me way back when and some good ol' boys and the big radio sound is pumping up and down and the people don't breathe and the telephones are down and the tongues will burn in vain and there must have been some beer and we're painting them whiter and when the sun is down.
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A dead ditch waiting for to bury my load a final curse a helicopter searchlight a laugh, a joke, a sentiment wasted aggot on your sleeve alright here's a stupid song i wrote today amen.....bazookas and fisticuffs medicating in porches and a taco in my jeans and everything else is small and how am i supposed to live with that and i am not a creature and i knew that i was right and i opened up the taco stand and i want you all to be singing while i'm and let you go and noise that laughs falls off their and she fucked me up the ass and threw me in their van and you comb back your hair.
'cause it's squalid and it's solid and it's 'cause you got something that i just got to get with 'til i could hardly speak 14 miles away from a landfill grave a mouthfull of rotting cavities a sight of perfect silence a treasury you can't afford airbrushed memories strewn like pamphlets into fifth mississippis all around a water tank all my days i had moldy bread and all that it feeds and i opened up the taco stand and i passed out in your dorm and i went out on tour and if you get to the point and it's rude and my bags are waiting in the next life and my soul's just a silhouette and say you knew me way back when and some good ol' boys and the big radio sound is pumping up and down and the people don't breathe and the telephones are down and the tongues will burn in vain and there must have been some beer and we're painting them whiter and when the sun is down.