Fightin' with the neighbours and screwin' the wife
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Hip hop music ruined my life
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I bitch and I moan, I lie and I cheat
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Waiting for the night when I die in my sleep
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I listen to the jukebox and sit by the bar
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Taking care of a dog that got hit by a car
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Praying for salvation, needing a miracle
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Drowning in new music and reading material
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Shoe laces untied, telling people I'm rich
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Who can't tell the difference between real art and high kitch
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Mouth like a broken bottle, crooked and bottomless
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Half wolf, half crow, half hippopotamus
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Sturdy as a paper bag, as well, my face is flawed
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But keeping the fire going by the grace of God
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And I'm loathe to think that we missed our chance
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To find a way out of this downward dance
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We got it all wrong
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Singing a song with a rock in my mouth
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Nobody knows what I'm talking about
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Lost without a marketing plan and a stylist
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Here comes the vilest nihilist finalist
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Once and for all, barbed wire and rope
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The most beautiful woman is strung out on dope
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Slowly the music, died, died, died
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Three white horses side by side
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Last change to change, you better hurry, quick
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Laying in a bed, wide awake and I'm worried sick
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Completely out-foxed, I hide from the phone
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And I swear this pen has a mind of its own
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Jaws that go through solid steel, a clenched fist
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A breath of fresh air for once and a French kiss
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The weight of the world and collapsable me
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I'm talking about trouble with a capital T
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We got it all wrong
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Surrender To Strangeness
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| Buck 65 |
