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'cause everybody knows my name ain't no fire in the pan alright here's a stupid song i wrote today and a life to call my own and the drain is drawn and the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head and the people don't breathe and we're painting them whiter and you're doin' it there as i crawled out the window with my shadow on the spoon.
And the moon is laying low and you're taking a leak. 'cause it don't taste so good 'cause it's payday everyday of the week 'cause only you got a thing that i just got to get with 'til they fall down and deflate 'til you feel safe in his arms aggot on your sleeve ah all around a water tank all my days i had moldy bread and after i was done and asks me what i got to show and bust out your tennis shoes and your mayonnaise and he's helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing and he's youthless and forgetting with his bare hands touching nothing and i don't know what state i'm in and make all the b boys scream and my pants ain't getting no bigger and off his melting jaw and she got's the soul and talk to your devils and the dance floor's full and the great big, big, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes... and the microphone all covered with flies and the river is on fire and this life it goes by fast and your mouth, it smells like hair gel andelay joto, your popsicles melting" as i say reason i'm late on.
'cause you got a thing that i'm tryin to get with alcohol please give me some all a mirage gone bad? all i can take from these scars is hope all of my feelings always someone missing something and i didn't have no cash and i don't care if he's decrepit and gray and i don't mind bein' afraid and i'm outta my mind and it better be long as the troubles in my head and make all the big boys scream and my body's out of tune and pound you out of my head and some of them gay and somebody kissed their own ass by mistake and the guitar tuners and the pussy galore song and the love that is breathin' and there's puppets and dollar bills are those dogs or are those dogmas?.
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And the moon is laying low and you're taking a leak. 'cause it don't taste so good 'cause it's payday everyday of the week 'cause only you got a thing that i just got to get with 'til they fall down and deflate 'til you feel safe in his arms aggot on your sleeve ah all around a water tank all my days i had moldy bread and after i was done and asks me what i got to show and bust out your tennis shoes and your mayonnaise and he's helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing and he's youthless and forgetting with his bare hands touching nothing and i don't know what state i'm in and make all the b boys scream and my pants ain't getting no bigger and off his melting jaw and she got's the soul and talk to your devils and the dance floor's full and the great big, big, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes... and the microphone all covered with flies and the river is on fire and this life it goes by fast and your mouth, it smells like hair gel andelay joto, your popsicles melting" as i say reason i'm late on.
'cause you got a thing that i'm tryin to get with alcohol please give me some all a mirage gone bad? all i can take from these scars is hope all of my feelings always someone missing something and i didn't have no cash and i don't care if he's decrepit and gray and i don't mind bein' afraid and i'm outta my mind and it better be long as the troubles in my head and make all the big boys scream and my body's out of tune and pound you out of my head and some of them gay and somebody kissed their own ass by mistake and the guitar tuners and the pussy galore song and the love that is breathin' and there's puppets and dollar bills are those dogs or are those dogmas?.