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All I asked for was a little off the top And if you could top me off Now I see stupid people with double chins I'm with stupid t-shirts and kick me signs on their backs Completely unaware of the indecent truths of the world Truck drivers  stopping at greasy spoon diners, ***** dives Driving down freeways, parkways, highways, turnpikes and interstates People eating up the **** the press put on us Augmented ******* Formaldehyde for our loved ones Pull the plug, push the plunger On the tobacconist and his eerie broad shoulders I asked to french kiss, I was rebuffed and left flat alone in a gazebo The apathetic drive through worker told her to **** her father with an indifferent look A bead of sweat traveled down her tempted face Her moral spindle is low on twine Her meds are wearing off The roustabout is now a stenographer after his time in the roundabout and a heave ** Into a case of small pox and a bout with shingles As the biker gets nursed back to health And we all slowly decompose
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
I Once Looked A Gift Horse In The Mouth And Found It Had Terrible Breath
All I asked for was a little off the top And if you could top me off Now I see stupid people with double chins I'm with stupid t-shirts and kick me signs on their backs Completely unaware of the indecent truths of the world Truck drivers  stopping at greasy spoon diners, ***** dives Driving down freeways, parkways, highways, turnpikes and interstates People eating up the **** the press put on us Augmented ******* Formaldehyde for our loved ones Pull the plug, push the plunger On the tobacconist and his eerie broad shoulders I asked to french kiss, I was rebuffed and left flat alone in a gazebo The apathetic drive through worker told her to **** her father with an indifferent look A bead of sweat traveled down her tempted face Her moral spindle is low on twine Her meds are wearing off The roustabout is now a stenographer after his time in the roundabout and a heave ** Into a case of small pox and a bout with shingles As the biker gets nursed back to health And we all slowly decompose
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Colombian
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
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