| Add up all the charts and exams
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| If it ain’t what you are, make a heart with your hands
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| I know, you skirted catechism
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| Snuck into the movie theater
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| Heard that a train had hit person and left school to see it
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| Us too
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| Crush groove luscious from the wine rice
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| Kawasaki Fonzie from the to the limelight
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| Das Boot for a ticket taking Blimpies to a goth chick
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| He met when he got water and quarters at Billy’s Topless
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| Back with a cyborg eye, four wives
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| Nine toes and the pieces of the tri-force high
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| Weird science settling away
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| Cleared by us on a diet of his pride and a Papaya King a day, ay
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| Be all you can and fore you stand to lose the source
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| Number all your blessings and your X-wings that can use the force
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| Ball til you fall and I will give what I got
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| But all I got’s a stupid mime and an invisible box
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| A.R. |
| playing dumb, looking pretty dumb
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| Feel dumb, act petty, snacks at the ready
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| We operate the claws and offer up heaven to Betsy
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| Like the blood is flowing out his arms into the decks directly
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| Vampire, skin like a blanched primer
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| At Penn station placing his socks on a hand dryer
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| Campfire, tell him tales with a funny look
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| Pulling out a snack with a traffic map and a bloody hook
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| I hope you’re saving your father and me for last
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| But you’re dangerous
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| What?
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| Roll dice (what?), dole out rice
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| Hose down outside, comb out lice
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| Might hunt, gather, master the winter
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| And put himself out to pasture, by dinner
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| Bag lunch, Cap’n Crunch, antifreeze
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| 80 stories up now all the uncles look like ants to me
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| Steel girder moonwalk, tell you I’m not paid enough
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| A fly motherfucker like Helen Hunt doing angel dust
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| Now if the weed in your town was an Ewok brown
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| But there really wasn’t ever any other shit around
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| Get comfy, get that money, get unseen
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| Walk in the door, fava beans get jumpy
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| Now if the shrooms in your rooms turn your walls to mountains
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| And your dog starts telling you to walk without him
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| And he tries to fix your teeth with some pliers and duck tape
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| You better watch your back and keep your eye on them cupcakes
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| I sometimes wonder if the future me finds food
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| Find future me wishing younger me would hide food
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| High noon, pacing in a tragic pageant
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| Take ten, turn around and get them raptors active
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| Now all I really want is some love and my rent paid
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| Before I used to go buck and get cuffed at the Jet’s game
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| And now I never see what I believe 'til my bed’s made
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| Cuz before I almost died over a fucking cassette tape |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Horse Flakes , by - Hail Mary Mallon. Song from the album Bestiary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп