| I’m not naming names but right or wrong
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| Not all ideas are made to get along
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| Some clash and raise hell along the pathways
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| Some back up traffic like accidents on highways
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| The meaning’s diluted maybe its muted and beautiful
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| Lewd and musical, crude, rude or totally unsuitable
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| A few can roll the dice and touch sky like high rollers but
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| Most spend life pushing boulders with their shoulders
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| See purgatory knows us, knows us all too well
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| She’s been dying to find us lying so she can send us back to hell
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| Au contraire/ mon confrere, you got nerve to spare
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| Man I got souls to bear and holes to tear so stop staring
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| So stop caring, even if you can’t hold out, hold on
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| To your heartstrings put a coat on if its cold out
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| Simple rules guide life, those that don’t cause strife
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| Suppose you can’t hold on, you still gotta pay the price
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| (I'm shooting bullets at the sun and hiding all my hunger
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| I’m leaving for the ocean and i’m taking the train
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| I left on an ark and come home in a canoe
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| I’m walking my dogs i guess i’m drinking a few,) -bridge
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| Look out on the window what a regular day
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| But nothing ever happens in a regular way
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| So many words said nothing better to say
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| So I lay low while I watch the day go by
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| I chill around the house just waiting to leave
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| Living a life left with little left to play make believe
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| I can honestly say I’m honored to be having your ear
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| But I’m getting scared of people, I like to hide out with a beer
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| Hear a lot stories about how people are moved
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| Shit I’ve been moved touched discovered disproved
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| Blew through roofs, touched sky and spit truths
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| The lies tasted good but still you bit right through em
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| I do things and stuff, it ain’t easy but sho nuff
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| The breeze be feeling real good right now and how
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| I’m in a live band called the pissed off wild
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| We’ll punch you in the mouth and leave you with a smile
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| D-d-d-Down with pants up with skirts
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| Do a little dance and spit a quick verse
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| We Party til it hurts and then a little more
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| Party til the cops kick down the back door
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| Where do I hide to find piece of mind
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| When do I know when its time to go
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| When its time to stay up when your mind is made up
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| When you’re the last one in line screaming wait up
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| Engage pages, put the fire in a squire
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| To Enflame stages and walk the highwire
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| Shit they filled the moat with beasts and built the drawbridge
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| They filled up the prisons and took folks hostage
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| It’s butt ugly and its filthy and its fated to die
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| Its huge and disgusting and its killing my high
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| Get off the dope you damn hippies and get a real job
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| I’m so happy with my life he screamed as he sobbed
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| And dreamed of walking off the beaten path but didn’t have the heart
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| Believing he can do anything but don’t know where to start
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| See I meet people and see equal eye to eye like
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| Who and what am I and why I claim a name that isn’t mine
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| Friends know me I’m the homie only I’m known as Matty
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| Not to twist our connection /its just self protection…
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| See the josh is a symbol, maybe more of a projection
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| It’s a vessel that I use for crossroads and intersections
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| Me I breeze through night like dream flight it can’t compare
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| Cause believe it or not, I’m walking on air
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| To be numb struck with awe and so cold hearted
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| Stuck with retarded cards to hold so we folded |