I'm wearing dead man's underwear
I ask what's wrong with that
Something you see they no longer need
Where they now are at
From Jockey's whitey tighties
To boxers by the score
Don't much matter to me
What this dead man wore
With the right amount of detergent
The proper amount of bleach
Like I said four lines back
Don't matter much to me
Now please don't rush to judgement
Or my life preconceive
We all have our different ways
Of carrying on their memories
Me...I just do it in dead man's briefs
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
I'm wearing dead man's underwear
I ask what's wrong with that
Something you see they no longer need
Where they now are at
From Jockey's whitey tighties
To boxers by the score
Don't much matter to me
What this dead man wore
With the right amount of detergent
The proper amount of bleach
Like I said four lines back
Don't matter much to me
Now please don't rush to judgement
Or my life preconceive
We all have our different ways
Of carrying on their memories
Me...I just do it in dead man's briefs
Had a customer recently die and today his wife offered me some of his clothing along with his underwear...
Did I take it? I'll let you decide...
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