I hit him hard right between the eyes, and he went down but to my surprise, he come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. Well, I busted a chair right across his teeth and we crashed through the wall and into the street, kickin' and a-gougin' in the mud and the blood and the beer.
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Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices The contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you The angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. |
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She's hiding out in Lake Louise Says she's taking a break from my face I'll run I'll run to Niagara I'll hide I'll hide in the dark She wouldn't have me for conversation no more Her last destination was out of town These letters from Lake Louise Sound like damn diaries of a winter freeze |
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I have a crush on your skeleton
watch out unsuspecting stranger you’ll fall off the log headfirst into dreams end up screaming this will comb the wolf and that will comb the fog what will peen the rain what will preen the hog oh you mean earth and hell over you and laugh at your tire tracks if you get up skeleton makes good. |
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In the rear view mirror is a yellow eyeball
and it looks just like yours and the wind cries and you lay there like a bed of snow and headless hunchbacks step over you |
"I'm a Grinch with a grin, I will shit on your kids
Get a light, get a grip, get a hold on my dick, bitch Make a wish" "What the fuck, this is not what my mother said I'll become Star-spangled wranglers got my hopes on the run Getting closer now Maybe our society supposed to drown Middle fingers up on the Titanic as it's going down" "Brave men didn't die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you I didn't walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I'd whisper? And you're safe and sound and these crooks tapped your phone to not have a file on you? What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I've lost before, so what? You don't get it, I'm dirt, motherfucker, I can't be crushed" |
There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas The trouble with the maples And they're quite convinced they're right They say the oaks are just too lofty And they grab up all the light But the oaks can't help their feelings If they like the way they're made And they wonder why the maples Can't be happy in their shade? There is trouble in the forest And the creatures all have fled As the maples scream 'oppression!' And the oaks, just shake their heads So the maples formed a union And demanded equal rights 'The oaks are just too greedy We will make them give us light' Now there's no more oak oppression For they passed a noble law And the trees are all kept equal By hatchet, axe, and saw |
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