| Sometimes bored and sometimes lonely
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| Pimple faced and rather homely
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| He wasn’t much for socializin'
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| The TV kept a mesmerizin'
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| In one ear and out the other
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| Picked up a trick from his older brother
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| Got him a can of sniffin’sauce
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| Pinned his mind up on a cross
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| Lacquer head knows but one desire
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| Lacquer head sets his skull on fire
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| Lacquer head knows no in betweens
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| Huffin’on bags of gasoline
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| Sniffin’paint since the seventh grade
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| She was high on gin and gatorade
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| On turpentine she lost her luck
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| Fell in front of a speeding pick-up truck
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| He was a boy of soft demeanor
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| And he loved his carburetor cleaner
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| The vapor made a sweet aroma
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| He sniffed himself into a coma
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| Lacquer head feeds his one desire
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| Lacquer head sets his brain on fire
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| Lacquer head knows no in betweens
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| Huffin’on bags of gasoline
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| Keep on sniffin’till yer brain goes pop |