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TV’s going in living room Talking about our doom We’re laying on the front lawn Yesterday’s long gone Woman showing skin Too fat, too thin She can never win Throwing up yet again Listen up man We’re all ****** Re-repeating reprimands Demolition on demand Locate security Trying to make camp In independent infidelity Strutting to the bank Cashing in corrupted currency Stock markets sank Guitar man teary eyed Rock and roll came and died Record producer’s big old lies Broken dreams and wasted time Colorado Smokey Joe lights a bone Faded out to the ozone Smoking on home grown Got glaucoma? Get an O Shut up dude We’re all ******* Forget the olden days Give marriage to the gays Let go of the narrow minded silly ways Let it be as common as classic Frito-Lays Rolling in the new waves Is it God who really saves? Is there even one big deity? Guess there is if you believe Be born, live life Go to college, get a wife Get job, sacrifice It’s the norm, is it right? Have a kid, then have another Father, mother Sister, brother Try to tolerate each other Watch your back bro Because I don’t know Undecided, undeclared Run in circles, running scared Take a risk, double dare Love needs to be redefined Unanimously agreed and signed Peace in the heart and the mind Going down the rabbit hole Striving for that same goal Anti- bullying campaign Kid comes home blood stained Toughen up Enough's enough Individuality Opposing mainstream reality Wiseman taken as a fool Becomes another social causality Feel it Taste it On the back of your tongue Hanging by the gallows martyrs hung Climbing up the ladder’s rungs Foul smelling whiskey bums Grab a *** and stash it Looking like your bat **** Steal a car and crash it “Always wash your berries before you eat them and fly toward the sun”
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Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
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TV’s going in living room Talking about our doom We’re laying on the front lawn Yesterday’s long gone Woman showing skin Too fat, too thin She can never win Throwing up yet again Listen up man We’re all ****** Re-repeating reprimands Demolition on demand Locate security Trying to make camp In independent infidelity Strutting to the bank Cashing in corrupted currency Stock markets sank Guitar man teary eyed Rock and roll came and died Record producer’s big old lies Broken dreams and wasted time Colorado Smokey Joe lights a bone Faded out to the ozone Smoking on home grown Got glaucoma? Get an O Shut up dude We’re all ******* Forget the olden days Give marriage to the gays Let go of the narrow minded silly ways Let it be as common as classic Frito-Lays Rolling in the new waves Is it God who really saves? Is there even one big deity? Guess there is if you believe Be born, live life Go to college, get a wife Get job, sacrifice It’s the norm, is it right? Have a kid, then have another Father, mother Sister, brother Try to tolerate each other Watch your back bro Because I don’t know Undecided, undeclared Run in circles, running scared Take a risk, double dare Love needs to be redefined Unanimously agreed and signed Peace in the heart and the mind Going down the rabbit hole Striving for that same goal Anti- bullying campaign Kid comes home blood stained Toughen up Enough's enough Individuality Opposing mainstream reality Wiseman taken as a fool Becomes another social causality Feel it Taste it On the back of your tongue Hanging by the gallows martyrs hung Climbing up the ladder’s rungs Foul smelling whiskey bums Grab a *** and stash it Looking like your bat **** Steal a car and crash it “Always wash your berries before you eat them and fly toward the sun”
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tommy-johnson
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tommy-johnson
Colombian
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
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