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Butane in my veins So I'm out to cut the junkie With the plastic eyeballs, Spray-paint the vegetables | |
Boom! Here comes the Boom! Ready or not, here comes the boys from the South Boom! Here comes the Boom! How you like me now? | |
Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn. Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction. My confidence is leaving me on my own. | |
Leaves are falling all around, It's time I was on my way. Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay. But now it's time for me to go. The autumn moon lights my way. | |
Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need We can go to the park, after dark Smoke that tumbleweed | |
Back in the line up Before your times up You wanna live like a super villain | |
Overall country, overall jeans Overall Georgia, we overall clean 'Southern Hospitality' or overall mean | |
No human contact And if you interact Your life is on contract | |
I don't ever want to feel Like I did that day Take me to the place I love Take me all the way | |
Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet with my rubber tommy water gun Here come the deputy, he's gonna come and getta me | |
I don't mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies | |
it opened up my eyes I saw the sign No one's gonna drag you up to get into the light where you belong But where do you belong | |
Hottest shorty I know, if you had some lipo You could be second runner-up Miss Ohio Seven dollar bills rolled up inside my plastic billfold | |
Call me any time Just ring 36 24 36 hey I lead a life of crime | |
I am a vicious young man oh I am a wicked young man It's not the games that I play the movies I see the music I dig I'm just a wicked young man | |
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Rag Doll livin' in a movie Hot tramp Daddy's little cutie You're so fine they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door | |
Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked. He spent most of his time just a ganja smoking. Huffing and a puffin down on Venice Beach. | |
Paranoia, paranoia Everybody's comin' to get me Just say you never met me I'm runnin' underground with the moles | |
To write it down for all the world to see. But I forgot my pen, S**t the bed again, Typical. | |
And I don't like a thing about your mother And I, I hate your daddy's guts too And I don't like a thing about your sister, no, no | |
So you're searching for an angel Someone who can make you whole I can not save you | |
Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew Cover it with chocolate and a miracle or two | |
'Now when we get to this saloon, you don't worry, wait outside. Don't be stealin' nobody's d**n horses.' Stepped inside the bar. 'Layzie Kid you son of a gun!' | |
I never was cool with James Dean But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam I swing low like a chimp Back in '86 man I was seein' a shrink | |
Let's take a blast to the moon, baby. I'll sit around wishing you well. How I'm craving you, yeah. | |
This will fall away, this will fall away You’re getting closer to pushing me Off of life’s little edge | |
Smashing through the boundaries Lunacy has found me Cannot stop the Battery | |
Pigpen was a dusty dude who couldn't keep his own ass clean All the teachers said wa wa wa wa wa what does that s**t mean? | |
And though I'm used to have you here It does not change the man I was When you found me and there was no one else around me | |
Can you see me now? Heheheh Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture Can you see it? Hahah | |
You really typed all that out... wow... now get on with it! | |
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