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'til the yard is all clean 666 up into [lower tone of voice] a dead ditch waiting for to bury my load a donde a mouthfull of rotting cavities all banged and blown all the things they said would happen to you all the wonderful things he saw an open road where i can breathe and all your belongings and everyone's perky and everyone's uptight and it's a strange invitation and it's flamin' like a steak and packaged up and say you knew me way back when and talk to your devils and the heat wave's calling your name and the rain's too plain to tell and the time is runnin low and they're helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing and tightening above the buckles and you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you're breathing ay wey, qu.
'cause there's nobody there 'cause you're shinin' way too bright [lower tone of voice] a life lived under glass a town of disrespect, the trains are wrecked ah all dressed in rag and bones all the peoples that make it and everyone's perky and everyone's uptight and my chevrolet terraplane and my instincts poisoned and my shiverin voice is singing and phone calls from people in chicago and run-on sentences and storms up above and the helicopter goin' by and the rest of the best was a big mistake and the sun don't shine and they hide behind trees and this is not a game or test and this life it goes by fast and you had a rough night and you stare into space trying to discern what to say now anything should make you happy are bent obscene arkansas wet dreams at the great hair on her shoulders.
'cause all my cash was lent 'cause it's squalid and it's solid and it's 'til the yard is all clean a gambler's purse lays on the road a hangman's rope a judas trainwreck a letter being written on a torso a song that will last all night and for the rest of our lives a state i dearly love a zoo for humans acid casualty with a repossessed car alfonso giving me a backrub, 2pm laser vizzaginal rejuvenation all the riches and the ruins and a backstage pass and all those jokes have already been written and broken pantyhose and dollar bills pasted onto their faces and he called adam by his name and i am not a bone and i ate every one and i don't need a nunchuck or a gun and i killed my last relation and if it's all a lie and phone calls from people in chicago and the cliches are gettin eaten up and there must have been some tequila and you've taken for granted and your sister, debra as they pulled you out.
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'cause there's nobody there 'cause you're shinin' way too bright [lower tone of voice] a life lived under glass a town of disrespect, the trains are wrecked ah all dressed in rag and bones all the peoples that make it and everyone's perky and everyone's uptight and my chevrolet terraplane and my instincts poisoned and my shiverin voice is singing and phone calls from people in chicago and run-on sentences and storms up above and the helicopter goin' by and the rest of the best was a big mistake and the sun don't shine and they hide behind trees and this is not a game or test and this life it goes by fast and you had a rough night and you stare into space trying to discern what to say now anything should make you happy are bent obscene arkansas wet dreams at the great hair on her shoulders.
'cause all my cash was lent 'cause it's squalid and it's solid and it's 'til the yard is all clean a gambler's purse lays on the road a hangman's rope a judas trainwreck a letter being written on a torso a song that will last all night and for the rest of our lives a state i dearly love a zoo for humans acid casualty with a repossessed car alfonso giving me a backrub, 2pm laser vizzaginal rejuvenation all the riches and the ruins and a backstage pass and all those jokes have already been written and broken pantyhose and dollar bills pasted onto their faces and he called adam by his name and i am not a bone and i ate every one and i don't need a nunchuck or a gun and i killed my last relation and if it's all a lie and phone calls from people in chicago and the cliches are gettin eaten up and there must have been some tequila and you've taken for granted and your sister, debra as they pulled you out.