| Back is aching but I cannot sleep
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| 'Cause I won’t be beat like I am the mayor of some godforsaken town
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| Sure, they knighted me yesterday
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| But who needs armor when I’ve an exoskeleton?
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| I slip and squirm through the cracks
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| Creep around by the, all the loading zones in my dirty little town
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| Get my shopping done, laundry too
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| Drop some dead weight, clean my hands of what I need to clean my hands of
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| And all for free by mayoral decree
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| All from zone to loading zone of my town, yeah
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| Three grumpy girls and a dying daddy
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| But oh so gorgeous the way they crave
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| How beautiful to take a bite out of the world
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| I want to rip the world a new one
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| It just crawls out of my mouth anymore
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| You can hate on it or you can hug it
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| You can get all mushy and lovey-dovey
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| It’s all the same when I’m out there driving around
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| All from zone to loading zone of my beautiful town
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| I park for free
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| One stop shop life for the quick fix
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| Before you get a ticket
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| That’s the way I live my life
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| I park for free
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| I park for free
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| I park for free
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| I park for free
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| I park for free
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| I park for free
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| I park for free
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| I park for free
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| I park for free
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| I park for free |