| Going on a walk to clear my head
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| First step: gotta crawl out of bed
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| I’ll tell all the jokes around here
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| I am dirty and the mud is clear
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| The banks of the river never run out of money
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| And over the years, things are less funny
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| The original ones are disappointed
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| Society, humanity anointed
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| Three generation specialists
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| Watchmen close down the bar
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| I will deep fry these words
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| 'Cause they have won awards
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| And when I’m hurt she kisses my stab wounds
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| Listen to my tempo, gentlemen
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| I’m wearing my skeleton on tour
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| And I never been a better man
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| Going on an angry walk again
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| Moby Dick, Larry David, leviathan
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| Guess who’s back in the motherfucking pond
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| Dickfish Pepper whistling the sweater song
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| It’s been too long since I chilled with Walrus One
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| The years fly by but the days drag on
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| The little songs are ghosts on stand-by
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| Wanted to escape from LA like Kurt Russell
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| Felt like I was famous for a bit
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| When I opened for Freestyle Fellowship
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| But you can’t buy real estate in people’s minds
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| Homie, you have to earn that shit
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| So I’ll quit alienating my friends and family
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| With talks of conspiracy theories
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| And maybe try being agreeable
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| To the people that wanna be near me
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| Even for a noise band, I know we’re sorta lame
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| But if you just follow on then, I’ll try and rock your brain
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| Even for a noise band, I know we can’t keep trying
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| But if you stick around girl, I’ll try and blow your mind
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| Hope you live as long as A Maximus
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| Hope we grow old and half as tough
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| Hope they let me back into Canada
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| I promise not to sell any marijuana
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| Maybe make a couple of daughters like Walrus One
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| Maybe make a couple of dollars that last for once
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| Stuck in a manhole feeling fat as fuck
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| This city is killing me, literally, no bluff
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| I’m Big Pun flying to the nearest KFC
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| Buildings are just Toblerones beneath me
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| I’m Pigpen dusty at the folk-punk show
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| Doing cover songs of Johnny Hobo
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| Bro blow, you know, some coke white shows
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| You’re not fooling anybody, buddy, so let go
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| No more witch-house trap triangles
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| No more dubstep dance-rap angles, no
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| Even for a noise band, I know we’re sorta lame
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| But if you just follow on then, I’ll try and rock your brain
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| Even for a noise band, I know we can’t keep trying
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| But if you stick around girl, I’ll try and blow your mind |