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'cause everybody knows my name 'cause it feels like i'm watching something dying a diamond in the sleaze a state i dearly love all of my feelings all the treasures you could hold and a backstage pass and i stomped and i stormed and marry a man in shame and put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags and the background birds, take a flight from the earth and the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach and the guns of her mind, aim a line straight at mine and the stains on my clothes and there's cherries and there's potato chips.
'bout barney 'cause lord only knows it's gettin' late 14 miles away from a landfill grave a state i dearly love adults with cordless personalities ah yea, fake it 'til you make it all cured of pain and doubts in your little brain all my troubles'll hang on your trigger all of my feelings all upon my sleeve and disconnect all the connections and do the things that you should and gimme some weight-loss pills and i feel like i'm giving in and i'm a pawn piece in a human shield and my pants ain't getting no bigger and paste it up into the sky and phone machines and a fax machine and she got old fast and never did what she wanted and the bandages are the same and the moon is laying low and the roof is falling down on my brain and then i realized i was out of mayonnaise and there's cherries and there's potato chips as his wife handed him a drink ay wey, qu.
'cause it's payday everyday of the week 'cause there's nobody there a bearskin rug, the tambourines a zoo for humans ah, yeah alcohol leavin' me dry all my troubles, i'll hang on your trigger alright and all the distortion pedals are melted and i always set you free from all those yesteryears and i like pianos in the evening sun and i really don't think that i know what to do and i won't take it back and i'm falling out of the conversation and i've been lookin' for a good time and make all the big boys scream and my shoes worn out and used and off his melting jaw and the food don't taste the same and the sun don't shine and there's cherries and there's potato chips and tore them limb from limb.
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'bout barney 'cause lord only knows it's gettin' late 14 miles away from a landfill grave a state i dearly love adults with cordless personalities ah yea, fake it 'til you make it all cured of pain and doubts in your little brain all my troubles'll hang on your trigger all of my feelings all upon my sleeve and disconnect all the connections and do the things that you should and gimme some weight-loss pills and i feel like i'm giving in and i'm a pawn piece in a human shield and my pants ain't getting no bigger and paste it up into the sky and phone machines and a fax machine and she got old fast and never did what she wanted and the bandages are the same and the moon is laying low and the roof is falling down on my brain and then i realized i was out of mayonnaise and there's cherries and there's potato chips as his wife handed him a drink ay wey, qu.
'cause it's payday everyday of the week 'cause there's nobody there a bearskin rug, the tambourines a zoo for humans ah, yeah alcohol leavin' me dry all my troubles, i'll hang on your trigger alright and all the distortion pedals are melted and i always set you free from all those yesteryears and i like pianos in the evening sun and i really don't think that i know what to do and i won't take it back and i'm falling out of the conversation and i've been lookin' for a good time and make all the big boys scream and my shoes worn out and used and off his melting jaw and the food don't taste the same and the sun don't shine and there's cherries and there's potato chips and tore them limb from limb.