| I get up in the morning, eyes swollen shut
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| Past peek, stale and weak & washed up
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| That Squid versus the Whale and Cheney’s
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| Got me reminiscing on my future lately
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| So I take it outside. |
| Take down the coffee
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| Turn off the lights
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| I blame you for all of this and that’s my fault
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| Oh, my friend, one hand blames the other one
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| I’ll know when to quit but I’m not yet done
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| Try to pull the wool over the wolf
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| Till you can’t see the white of my eyes
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| Your bastard’s not so young anymore
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| I can’t start the menace
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| So I’m skipping out on breakfast
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| Plenty of shit, I gotta eat during the week
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| In the case of a catastrophe, I will tell you honestly
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| I’m most definitely in the weeds
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| But if you feel like complaining…
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| Blame me for everything. |
| It’s all my fault
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| Oh, my man, one hand blames the other one
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| I’ll know when to quit but I’m not yet done
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| Try to pull the wool over the wolf
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| Till you can’t see the white of my eyes
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| Your bastard’s not so young anymore
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| You’re pouring out salt on every wound
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| With the salt of the earth disguise
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| Your bastard’s aren’t so young anymore and you know it
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| What you throw out won’t come back to you
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| Why would it
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| Put it down. |
| Come back to it. |
| Put it down
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| Try to pull the wool over the wolf
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| Till you can’t see the white of my eyes
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| Your bastard’s not so young anymore
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| You’re pouring out salt on every wound
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| With the salt of the earth disguise
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| Your bastard’s aren’t so young anymore
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| Put it down. |
| No time like the next one. |
| Put it down
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| Each day the same as the last one
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| For just another poor sport |