| Fightin’with the neighbours and screwin’the wife
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| Hip hop music ruined my life
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| I bitch and I moan, I lie and I cheat
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| Waiting for the night when I die in my sleep
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| I listen to the jukebox and sit by the bar
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| Taking care of a dog that got hit by a car
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| Praying for salvation, needing a miracle
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| Drowning in new music and reading material
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| Shoe laces untied, telling people I’m rich
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| Who can’t tell the difference between real art and high kitch
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| Mouth like a broken bottle, crooked and bottomless
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| Half wolf, half crow, half hippopotamus
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| Sturdy as a paper bag, as well, my face is flawed
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| But keeping the fire going by the grace of God
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| And I’m loathe to think that we missed our chance
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| To find a way out of this downward dance
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| We got it all wrong
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| Singing a song with a rock in my mouth
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| Nobody knows what I’m talking about
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| Lost without a marketing plan and a stylist
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| Here comes the vilest nihilist finalist
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| Once and for all, barbed wire and rope
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| The most beautiful woman is strung out on dope
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| Slowly the music, died, died, died
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| Three white horses side by side
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| Last change to change, you better hurry, quick
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| Laying in a bed, wide awake and I’m worried sick
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| Completely out-foxed, I hide from the phone
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| And I swear this pen has a mind of its own
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| Jaws that go through solid steel, a clenched fist
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| A breath of fresh air for once and a French kiss
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| The weight of the world and collapsable me
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| I’m talking about trouble with a capital T We got it all wrong |