| I don’t need these cigarettes
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| All these pills and ill effects
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| He threw his suitcase into the crater
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| I don’t need these supplements
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| All these weapons of self-defense
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| He threw his switchblade into the crater
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| I don’t need this questionnaire
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| Credit ratings and Tupperware
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| He threw his phone into the crater
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| Oh, he’s the Holy Weight Champ
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| Oh, he’s the Holy Weight Champ
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| I could never rejoice
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| For a gold Rolls Royce
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| He threw his car keys into the crater
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| Why should I have some
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| When so many have none?
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| He threw his wealth into the crater
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| Oh, he’s the Holy Weight Champ
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| Oh, he’s the Holy Weight Champ
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| Well we stared at the pit stop crater for ten or fifteen minutes
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| Then loaded back into the station wagon
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| A small boat on an endless black sea
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| Gliding westward across the American desert
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| Onward to the midsummer derby
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| To the radios on the beach
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| To the roller coaster’s controlled fear
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| I don’t need these eyes or ears
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| I’m aligned to the heavenly spheres
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| He threw his senses into the crater
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| I don’t need to speak of hate
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| Good or evil, church and state
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| He threw his voice into
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| Oh, he’s the Holy Weight Champ
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| Oh, he’s the Holy Weight Champ
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| Oh, he’s the Holy Weight Champ
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| So long, Holy Weight Champ |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Holy Weight Champ , by - The Felice Brothers. Song from the album Undress, in the genre Альтернатива