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I'm Sorry Dad (A Song)

Im sorry dad but this bottle makes more sense than those cryptic psalms ever would.

Im sorry mom but the world isnt what you wish it was and you did the best you could.

 

These crazy people screaming at each other like a train whistle blaring heading straight into a lake.

The devil on my shoulder laughing, singing, dancing, watching chaos become all its born to be.

The angel on my shoulder crying, preaching, misbehavin holding signs against a ******* company.

 

****** preacher man and ****** uncle sam cant you see that you see that all you do is spill the pork and beans?

Ill sit and cigar haze and my *** and beer soak daze and wish youd all just shut your ******* mouths.

 

I'm sorry dad but this bottle makes more sense than those cryptic psalms ever would.

Im sorry mom but the world isnt what you wish it was and you did the best you could.

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BarelyABard
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Dec 28, 2012
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