Lyrics FFT - Huntingtons

FFT

Sitting in my room the thoughts
Are flying through my head
Tast inside my brain is tart
The contract’s on my bed
Smell the smell of cigar smoke
And i know who it is
Ideas are dumb the doors are shut
The messages are his
My buddly al drove off a cliff
And ran into a nail
He licks his wounds and wonders
How the tooth drove him to fail
He hates to park his car
Downtown on 16th avenue
Sometimes her eyes are green
And other times i think they’re blue
My sister is a mother
And my mother is a chore
My brother is a junkie
For the c.o.
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I knew this guy who was so lazy
And he was so dumb
He slept all day and lost his job
And now he is a bum