| Man you look like old man’s eyes
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| When I saw you in that room
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| And now you’re on tour
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| They booked you in the asylum
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| You work so hard at being a buffoon
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| And now you ain’t got no incentive left
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| You popped your own balloon
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| You wanted to be somebody
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| But you ain’t nobody
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| You ain’t got no body
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| You’re just a head
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| You’re just a pothead
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| I heard one day they said you got so high
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| You ate up a chicken head and it was still alive
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| I have some friends who swear you did so don’t deny
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| Some day you’re gonna get so messed up
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| You’ll eat the head off your kid
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| And won’t you be sorry, pothead…
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| You brag to all your friends
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| About the fun you had last night
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| I wonder if you realize you forgot to brush your teeth
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| And then you’ll come a-bummin'
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| Asking for some money
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| You even tried to roll the sacred pages
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| And you burnt your lip
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| That lip is has a trench in it
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| Where that wild weed sits
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| Sucking like a parasite
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| Of any sense you might have left
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| You say that you are happy
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| And you like stormy weather
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| Well I think that you’re just dumb
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| And you don’t know any better
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| You play your rock and roll guitar
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| You say you’re gonna be a big star
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| But everyone in this neighborhood
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| Knows just who you are
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| No I ain’t tryin' to be hard
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| I don’t mean to be cruel
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| I’m just tryin' to say something that’ll shock…
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| You into going back… to school
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| Or maybe at least reality
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| In this year
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| You wanted to be somebody
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| But you ain’t nobody
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| You ain’t got no body
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| You’re just a head |