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Gotta Have a Job
Gotta have a wage
Gotta be a slave
Gotta be a slave
I see you all dressed up
like a supply teacher.
(I see you all dressed up
like a supply teacher.)
The Girl with the pregnant thighs
Can't over reach
or won't over reach
Because she was In a hospital
3 months ago
or 4 months ago
You better do what she says
or she might cry
or she might die
I see you all dressed up
like a supply teacher.
(I see you all dressed up
like a supply teacher.)
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Marijuana Minutes
03:10
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you run on your own schedule
made up 3 hours after
You're the King of the angry bloggers
But not much else
You're running on marijuana minutes
(The constant tardiness is making
me sick)
Just keep playing the
silent game
and acting out your
dissapearing act
You're running on marijuana minutes
(The constant tardiness is making
me sick)
you run on your own schedule
made up 3 hours after
He's the King of the shitty friends
But not much else
You're running on marijuana minutes
(The constant tardiness is making
me sick)
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Chyea, rrright.
03:58
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I was taught to love a short blonde girl
that wanted my eyes on her at all times.
But Mr MR! I swallowed your daughters fibs
as calm as a hindu cow
Bright blue eyes make for believable lies (repeats)
She's not that special
her shoes are only that shiny because
she kicked the teeth out of a gods mouth
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Cat's in the bag
The bag's in the river
Cat's in the bag
The bag's in the river
Do what you want
Nobody want's you to do it
Do what you want
Nobody want's you to do it
You would take the coins
off a dead guy's eyes
you would take the stripes
off a tigers back
You would take the coins
off a dead guy's eyes
you would take the stripes
off a tigers back
I set my brain
and my eyes
and my phaser
to not stunned
Why must you persist on being a pessimist?
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He'll keep on rattling in my ribs
sometimes the coughing fits make me gip
x2
All because I put my lungs up
put their frail frames up for let
to 1000s & 1000s
& 1000s & 1000s of cigarettes
Death's in my chest (repeat)
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