| I must have stuffed myself too full
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| Swinging in the jack pine back with Louie Gabino
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| Amalambamba hevenin my mind on something new
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| Baggin up you groseries or skipping to you loo
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| (ramblin chours: mostly uninteigable, make it up yourself!)
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| Steady legged knee jerk as I sit and try to think
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| Standing up in rhythm as I’m pissin in your sink
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| Now as I wonder will god sting
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| Can’t understand a god damn word that Munly tries to sing
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| (here i go, to the side, plots,
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| out the back, what you gon do,
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| far away, pine box, in your grave
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| now you gon go, for a min, hey It’s alright,
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| sittin here, now gon go, go my way?)
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| Hey hey hey!
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| Just one thing I must have failed to mention
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| Louie’s got a forty four and his finger’s full attention
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| Now as I wonder will god sting
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| Can’t understand a god damn word that Munly tries to say
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| (more unintelligable lyrics)
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| Hey hey hey!
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| I started my new shit show
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| I pulled you underneath the water
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| I pulled the water over our head
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| Now we go
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| In my pine box
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| A bit to short
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| I was saying
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| pine box swaying
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| My pine box is all
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| I was hog tied
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| Pine box weigh down
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| My pine box is all
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| So we were saying
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| This is my last surprise
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| The angels singing
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| And the clouds so nice
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| Went down to the river
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| But the river was dry
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| Christ and Saint Peter
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| And I started to cry
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| And we came
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| Through the gates
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| Through the gates of time
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| And we came
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| through the gates
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| and the cloud was nine
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| And I got on my knees
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| And I kissed the cloud
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| And I prayed for the savior don’t lock me out |