| These executives have plooked the fuck out of me And theres still a long time to go Before ive
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| Paid my debt to society.
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| And all I ever really wanted to do was
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| Play the guitar
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| n bend the string like:
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| reent-toont-teent-toont-teenooneenoonee
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| Ive got it!
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| Ill be sullen and withdrawn --
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| Ill dwindle off into the twilight realm
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| Of my own secret thoughts!
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| Ill lay on my back here til dawn,
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| In a semi-catatonic state
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| And dream of guitar notes
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| That would irritate
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| An executive kinda guy…
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| Well, I guess that one did the trick!
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| If they only coulda heard it,
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| Half-a-dozen of em woulda strangled
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| While they was suckin on each others dick!
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| But that was just a bunch of Imaginary notes I played --
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| Just a little extra somethin
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| To keep me goin from day to day
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| But thats okay --
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| Ill be gettin outta here pretty soon --
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| Then I wont have to live
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| In this ugly fuckin room
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| I cant wait to see what its like
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| On the outside now…
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| I cant wait to see what its like
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| On the outside now…
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| I cant wait to see what its like
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| On the outside now…
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| I cant wait to see what its like
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| On the outside now… |