| Turnstial lean keeping the first fair
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| Southbound breathing and grieving the burnt air
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| I’ve seen it all before and believe me you weren’t there
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| Stop looking at me lady I’m a
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| Turn down sheets the corners are so sharp
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| That you could cut the glass and the muscles of most dogs
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| A couple of go karts the buffalo go hard
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| The city got your money like a
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| Send out fees from buckets of bolts brief
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| And idea columns that followers won’t read
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| And how to reform me the doctor is home free
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| And he can turn us all into
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| Jet synch cars hook me on a treadmill
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| Jason catch with the last one fresh kill
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| And after the next hill get back to your left chill
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| Forget it man you lost them you’re a
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| She got drinks and mink with a small dog
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| Dudes is going hamming I’m bringing the Boss Hog
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| And she told me to saw off and beat it like Balrog
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| I hear your little mind but need you
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| Sorry not right no way by a long beat
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| It’s how my tooth broke when I ate at the Arby’s
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| You’re bugging a and stuck in an RV
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| Ignoring all the haters saying
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| Dime store hood with a pension for big cash
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| Feel like I don’t exist like second and fifth ave
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| I settle my drink tab
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| I heckle and Sinbad
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| Like Houseguest sucks!
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| Crowded house dream of an upside
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| To work in twenty minutes with beef on the bus ride
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| See he’s the alumni sleeping with one eye
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| Open since they broke into my
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| Retail job when it was I would stay late
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| Clocking overtime was drunk on the payday
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| And open the chain gate with throwies of Sane’s name
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| Like how’d he get up there in that
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| 4 Non Blondes with diets some lip gloss
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| They must be out of town I can tell by the hick drawl
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| And Delta the big broad is yelling I’m ripped off
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| Welcome to the jungle
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| Random knocks on my door like I weren’t home
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| The evil in the eye of the with the church clothes
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| And giving
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| The rent’s too high in my
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| Hi-dee-ho neighbor what weather that we have
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| I’m fishing off the roof going to catch me a seabass
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| I figure that she has some news for your cheap ass
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| You gotta pay to play in a
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| Ending his day in a version of term loans
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| The shackles on my feet won’t get me to turncoat
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| I’m telling a nurse though you checking the third toe
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| Now knock one back for a
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gorf , by - Rob Sonic. Song from the album Alice in Thunderdome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп