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i'm just another normal guy
takin nine vicodin
to try to keep from cryin
want to figure out why the wires work
the anatomy of the jewelery that's been fooling me
into thinking about stickin around
some sunny day
i know what you're thinkin
enough of that grown up stuff
the girl playin the organ in a black bathing suit
is gonna blow up
and it ain't a party till
we're all arrogant
enough to set ourselves up for emberassment
captain american A team
david hasselhoff's best friend the machine
kfc on the sit and spin
chop it up cut a rug
get down with your good self
she lies enough about my would to make pinochio jealous
and set fires to the splinters in my belly button
a tattoo of a suntan
ponyboy curtis should have known better
no sale
the register was left open
but i guess the god was picky
my sails keep saggin so much
cops keep beatin me up in parkin lots
somebody is always dying
i wish personal tragedy was'nt enough
to keep the real richard riders off of my nuts
young wanna be black male in blue jeans and a t shirt
just robbed the grey hound bus
set up a line up
try to figure out which one is us
legion
my daddy's semen came screamin
freon at last!!!!!
freon at last

no exception to everything
relapse at the speed of light
universal constant
i want these cats to figure
if i'm alive outside the box
anarchist commercials from the party store
when undecided i buy better friends
i sell conundrums
dance around with whores in my underwares
 like a majic jordan
bringin tighty whities back
if i was micheal j fox
i would have totally sold naked pics of my sis
family ties are never as strong as a desire for wealth
c clamps on a red rag
for the shorty still in love with this douchebag
i'm not timid at the drug store
slammin condoms on the counter
pride in promiscuity
like i like i'm like fuckin the world over
everytime somebody hits the like button
butane on the breath
blow out the birthday candles on the indy scene
angels buzz the tower
the submarines of summertime
the match head pulls easy through this pinch of cotton
oxy contin oxy moron
come to terms with my existance
in touch with the inner scumbag
fingerfuckin intuition
my police jacket 3 sizes too big
like lil bootsie really did'nt do it
writes of passage
return to sender
razorblade sunrises
no surprises
the burden of forward thinking hind sight