| Watch it bounce like water, meat under the stone
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| Throw up a leg and try to be your way back home
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| Smell the coffee boil in the corner pot
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| Everything’s in it but i can’t make it stop
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| I ain’t been drinking i say to the cup
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| It laughs at the little man as i drink up
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| Six big years since your head was around
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| Lost it all in the middle there, your’re back and now it’s found
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| Looke like god might play with crooked dice
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| Eyes in the shadow and he doesn’t look nice
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| A mean boy thouwing with a dirty hand
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| As soon as he’s not looking we’ll sneak into the promised land
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| Sure the blue pills rock, mix the green ones in
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| No kind of trouble but a man with a smoke and no regard for kin
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| It’s a lone lone window the faces watch through
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| You don’t know who you’re looking at, what you gonna do
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| He’ll turnstile drop a coin change his clothes
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| Put on a grin that nobody knows
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| Big hope for tomorrow like a flea on a cat
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| A two day life on a three day supply, the kids are all fat
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| A jagged spoon, a broken dish
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| Real as uncle benzedrine, a last life wish
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| I won’t pretend to understand
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| Why a lovely woman wants a sinkhole man |