| Tony the tripper and me
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| And the dude who thought he was my hero
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| And the mayor of Nowheresville
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| And the girl with the wandering eye came a wandering by
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| We was all under the date palm tree
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| They left the rolling of one up to me
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| Knowing the world might end tomorrow anyway
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| Back at the burnout chalet
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| With some brokedown punks and some zeroes
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| Defending his can of beans
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| Get these weasels away for chrissakes get these snakes off of me
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| I said Tony, take it easy
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| Not knowing if he’d cry or punch me
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| Screaming the world might end tomorrow anyway
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| I was just another warm dog on the pile
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| Who could’ve ditched him in another couple miles
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| But there was nowhere else I really needed to be
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| Tony the tripper and me
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| We jumped the fence and split in Bodega
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| Haven’t seen him in some time
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| Probably a chance he’s in that railroad car in the sky
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| My best friend and worst enemy
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| The last rattle of old Californee
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| Where the world might end tomorrow anyway
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| We was all under the date palm tree
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| They left the rolling of one up to me
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| Knowing the world might end tomorrow anyway |