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Lyrics:
Trucks and cars and credit cards
And trucks and cars and credit cards
And trucks and cars and credit cards
And trucks and cars and credit cards
And trucks and cars and credit cards…
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Lyrics:
They call me Big Tommy but my name is Joe
I'll eat your ass like a rump roast
Had a garage sale where I sold my bones
You can catch me at the supermarket throwing stones
I got plumes of fumes comin' outta my room
Chillin' at the studio chompin' on a shroom
Bass in hand like a bucket and a broom
I went to a wedding and I stole the groom
I catch my wife watching cartoons
While my daughter's on the news
My neighbor burns his paper
And my son ain't got no shoes
Big Tommy's comin' round
And he'll want you to know
He's got a big fuckin' mouth
But his name is Joe
I had a cigarette for breakfast and a pen in my hand
Nietzsche's getting boring for the present of man
When your last tree is felled and your world's gone to hell
I'll be heading to Vegas because I just love that smell
I'm sure I would vote if I just have the time
So I play my tithes on the Fourth of July
When I was nine I relinquished my mind
Now I'm takin' it back to correct my spine
I catch my wife watching cartoons
While my daughter's on the news
My neighbor burns his paper
And my son ain't got no shoes
Big Tommy's comin' round
And he'll want you to know
He's got a big fuckin' mouth
But his name is Joe
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Lyrics:
Look at you, you're worthless
Use me by all means
Let me in I'm harmless
Things are as they seem
You know I'm exactly what you need
I'll make you whomever you wanna be
And every time you close your eyes and bury your head in the sand
I press and mold you ugly just like me
Look at you, you're famous
Whole world up your sleeve
I'll captivate your conscience
Subdue your will and leave
You know I'm exactly what you need
I'll make you whomever you wanna be
And every time you close your eyes and bury your head in the sand
I press and mold you ugly just like me
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Lyrics:
I don't know how I got here
All I know is there's more to do
I don't know how I got here
All I know is I'm turning blue
Get in a line
One more time
It's on my dime
Whoa no
You fuckin' chump
Ain't had enough
Just one more bump
Whoa no
I don't recall when you left me
You're in bed and I'm all alone
My lips are numb and my teeth itch
And my face burns and I'm all alone
5am
Mercedes Benz
The room it spins
Whoa no
Vicodin
Percodan
Sleep 'till when
Whoa no
I don't know how I got here
All I know is there's more to do
I don't know how I got here
All I know is I'm turning blue
Maybe I'll stop when my heart stops
I don't know, but there's more to do
Maybe I'll stop when my heart stops
I don't know, but I'm turning blue
I can't sleep
I can't eat
I can't breathe
Whoa is me
I can't sleep
I can't eat
I can't breathe
Whoa is me
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Lyrics:
Länge Leve Sverige
Köttebulle
Sverige
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Lyrics:
You don't need man in your
You don't need man in your
You don't need man in your
You don't need man in your
Man is an imbecile
Man is an imbecile
Man is an imbecile
Man is an imbecile
Come on honey, show me you shake
Come on honey, how much money you make
Come on honey, show me you shake
Come on honey, how much money you make
Pay for a preacher, it's going to waste
Pray be a sinner, just for a taste
Pay for a preacher, it's going to waste
Pray be a sinner, just for a taste
Man is an imbecile
God is an imbecile
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Lyrics:
Broke up with my baby,
Went to fix my truck,
Every time I drink,
I fuck.
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Lyrics:
My smoke machine reflects my cellophane disguise
A candy-coated freedom. A transcendental lie
Chemical homeostasis keeps the ducks in line
All the ducks in my mind are having a wonderful time
Believe me I'm just fine handgun' from a thread or a vine
Spinning around in circles never asking why
Binomial pharmaclature
My pharmacist and I are on a first-name basis
What day is it today?
I can't remember
What difference does it make
Every four years in November?
With all the money in the world would your life still be a bore?
Do all the roads in your town lead to the liquor store?
If I go to church on Sundays and try to be a nice guy
Please God take my soul to the Walmart in the sky
Where everything's been fried. All drinks are jumbo-sized
St. Peter will play "Free Bird" every Friday night
Hydrocodone's my friend. A better friend than you've ever been
I think I'd like to die now. How much are bullets these days?
What day is it today?
I can't remember
What difference does it make
Every four years in November?
Can't help but be complacent. I'm going through withdrawal
Can't take these pills no more. Doctor told me so.
These times pass so slow. My veins are running low.
Da da da da da…
I need you
I want you
I love you
I hate you
You'll help me
I'll take you
I'll keep you
You'll love me
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Lyrics:
And some would call me crazy if I burned the flag
And you would think me wiser if I dressed in drag
But that don't mean it's right, no, for them to take away
And I feel like six kinds of Wednesday today
And if I saw you walking in Times Square
Do you think you'd kiss me if it was on a dare?
And do you think you'd be happy living in a parking lot?
Baby you can lie to yourself, or maybe you forgot
And if you saw the lottery was just beyond your control
And your life was wandering everywhere you don't want to go
Would you tell your children every thing they want you to hear?
Or might you teach them the world is all built on fear?
And some would call me crazy if I burned the flag
And you would think me wiser if I dressed in drag
But that don't mean it's right, no, for them to take away
And I feel like six kinds of Wednesday today
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Lyrics:
Daddy Alarm Clock owns you
With the compact fluorescents he sold you
The Chinese are here to replace you
Your check's in the mail. Don't be blue
I don't know if I can help you
Why don't I see if there's something I can give you
Fill you lungs up with smoke
Fill your nose up with coke
Just so you can feel something tomorrow today
Everyone I know says that's the way to go
It's kind of depressing sometimes cause I'm so broke
Everyone I know says that's the way to go
It's kind of depressing sometimes cause I'm so broke
Everyone I know says that's the way to go
It's kind of depressing sometimes cause I'm so broke
When I was in my prime
All I could do was whine
But now I'm here
To make the noise
Daddy Alarm Clock hates you
No matter what you do he'll beat you
War paint on your chest cannot save you
He's not impressed he'll rape you
Don't wanna die, but I don't think I'd mind
Let's fantasize ideations of suicide
Fill you lungs up with smoke
Fill your nose up with coke
Just so you can feel something tomorrow today
Everyone I know says that's the way to go
It's kind of depressing sometimes cause I'm so broke
Everyone I know says that's the way to go
It's kind of depressing sometimes cause I'm so broke
Everyone I know says that's the way to go
It's kind of depressing sometimes cause I'm so broke
I'm gonna take my time
Deliver my lines
Show you what my world is
I'm gonna take my time
Deliver my lines
Show you what the world can be
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