| Well I feel no pain?
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| The battle is my ball and chain
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| Am I insane?
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| My breath smells like kerosene
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| Don’t tou look at me
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| I’m a sight for sore eyes to see
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| I can’t believe
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| Well I’m a walkin' talkin' misery
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| Brain drain, one ninety grain
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| It’s not the caine, not the Mary Jane
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| But the golden grain
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| Oh don’t you touch my bottle
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| You might drop it break it then I die
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| If life’s worth living, then tell me why I cry the blues?
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| But don’t you pray for me
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| I don’t need your fuckin' sympathy
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| Just a little drink, it means about the same to me
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| Yea
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| Brain drain, oneninty grain
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| Am I insane?
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| Will I ever change?
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| Brain drain, oneninty grain
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| It’s not the caine, not the Mary Jane
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| But the golden grain
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| I’m a redneck punk
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| Can’t remember when I wasn’t drunk
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| People say I stink
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| But I don’t care what they think no
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| No colored whiskey
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| I don’t drink that rock and roll
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| Pass that oneninty
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| And I’ll say bye bye
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| Brain drain, oneninty grain
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| Am I insane?
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| Will I ever change?
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| Brain drain, oneninty grain
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| It’s not the caine, not the Mary Jane
|
| But the golden grain
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| Brain drain, oneninty grain
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| Brain drain, oneninty grain
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| It’s not the caine, not the Mary Jane |