| THROWING MUSES
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| Miscellaneous
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| Hillbilly
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| Kick their heads and they roll off
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| Don’t help and they foam and cry
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| Kick their heads and they roll off
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| Don’t get help, and they stroll home and cry
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| 18 holes to kill
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| 18 stomachs raw
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| Hard ransacked butchered my own life, oh my
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| And when the wounds go home
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| And all the breakfast’s gone
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| I lay where I don’t care, anyone, anyone
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| Kick their heads and they roll off
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| Don’t get help and they foam and cry
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| 'Cause you’re no baby
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| 'Cause you’re no honey
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| 'Cause you’re no party
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| 'Cause your no baby
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| 'Cause you’re no midnight brawl
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| 'Cause you’re no naked sprawl
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| 'Cause you won’t take her there
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| Take me anywhere
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| I don’t care
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| You could hitch a ride
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| You could watch me drive
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| Let’s be opposed to style
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| When you do (I'm better off dead)
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| When you do (I'm better off dead)
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| Winter’s a lifeline to follow
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| I have better places to go
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| Kick their heads and they roll off
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| Don’t get help and then
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| 'Cause you’re no baby
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| 'Cause you’re no honey
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| 'Cause you’re no party
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| 'Cause you’re no baby
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| 'Cause you’re no midnight brawl
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| 'Cause you’re no naked sprawl
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| But you won’t take her there
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| Take me anywhere
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| I don’t care |