| Made to last, I raise the flag full staff why do you ask?
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| I just look back, wave and laugh
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| We got spaceships made from glass, we look up as they pass
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| We get a good look at wonder woman’s ass
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| While we sit there, she scrape the froth off my beer
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| While you’re at it why don’t you take your wig off dear?
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| Yeah — this some James Brown «Living in America"shit
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| And probably as good as it’s ever gon get
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| At the campsite, under a lamp light, hamites and whites
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| Survivalists types — obsessed with plant life
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| The Israelites say they plan to stand and fight
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| To do that first you gotta recognize what’s right
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| Happy wife, happy life, she’s a happy mutant maybe you’re right
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| She’s the professor Xavier type
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| She doesn’t strike you as the type that likes the lyrics I write
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| We spend cold icicle nights, communicate skype
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| After work — go home — lay pipe, then play fight
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| Explain life, talk about what our day was like
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| I gotta blow torch for bubbles and candlestick market trouble
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| Whatever man I was born to hustle
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| Read the charts, enjoy the warm breeze and fart
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| Been there done that I don’t need to talk
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| Cause I’m a swatsta sipping vodka eating tandoori steak n lobster
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| Harrison Ford used to be a carpenter
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| Three’s Company — Susan Somers, Mr. Ferley remember?
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| Put the shower curtain up was clever
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| Love is love knuckles and nubs, billy club thugs
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| With a grudge against men with man buns and guns
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| Poker run emerald coast, I’m stoked — that’s an inside joke
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| Propose a toast on wide approach
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| Black shoes — white gloves — bow ties — slick «es and cigar smoke
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| Now customs wanna' check my cargo
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| They gotta' hip hop embargo
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| I visit Maralargo, to see if martial law is normal
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| Eagle point marina, party on the slip
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| Polly want a cracker, shorty wanna' strip
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| Rip this is some James Brown «living in a America"shit
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| The Cherubims win! |
| The Seraphims quit
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| High speed trains, constructed by low speed cranes
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| Asteroid strike, it’s all in vain |