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This is the first one to get me singing and loving life today. I included the Lyrica for such a strange and unique song. Almost something that ween would put out and not fnm.
RV
Backside melts into the sofa
My world, my TV and my food
Besides listening to my belly gurgle
There ainโt much else to do
Yeah, I sweat a lot
Hmm, no, eh, shit, oh
Pants fall down every time I bend over
My feet itch
Yeah, I married a scarecrow
I hate you
Talkinโ to myself
Everybodyโs staring at me
Iโm only bleedinโ
Someone taps me on the shoulder every five minutes
Nobody speaks English anymore
Would anybody tell me if I was getting stupider?
I hate you
Talkinโ to myself
You donโt feel it after a while
You take the beating
Iโm a swinginโ guy
Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod
And swing
Toss me inside a hefty
And put me in the ground
A drink needs me
I donโt
I ainโt about to guzzle no tears
So kiss my ass
Newscasters and cockroaches and desserts
I hate you
Talking to myself
Everybodyโs staring at me
Iโm only bleeding
Where are the kids? I donโt know
Maybe getting pregnant or on drugs or on welfare
On top of the world
Honor roll, parole, or reruns
Dodgers on the backs of milk cartons
On stakes in the middle of cornfields
On covers of future history books, old ladyโs mantles
Walkinโ on water, nailed on crosses
I think itโs time I had a talk with my kids
Iโll just tell โem what my daddy told me
You ainโt never gonna amount to nothinโ
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Cannabis Carl and his dog, Diego.
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This is from a long time ago, in a peaceful time of America, the 90s.
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Now more than everโฆ
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I think this was the only one I couldnโt hear in my head by name alone
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