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shhhhh!!!!!
i've got a secret
that i'll never tell
a get out of jail free card
i'm saving for hell
got this piece of shit car
goin as fast as i can
up I-10
as far as it will take me
can't help feeling fucked
like breaking into the wrong house
just to raid the fridge
and getting my belly stuck
in the god damned doggy door
man i don't mind
being alone
but another pair of misguided eyes
might help me keep
this p.o.s.
in between the lines
all the good girls were taken
all that was left were tramps like me
so i play that hand
lately i feel a lil
stonewalled
yeah
at every stoop i try
like i dressed up as saddam hussein
for halloween
i know this one though
that every time she feels like crying
she just laughs it off
i get her some blow
drop some oxy and we're on our way
she rides shotgun
just like a shotgun
cocked and loaded
ready to pop
slaps me out of a nod
before i even hit the rumble strips
shakes her head
and just smiles real wide
i been soaking up so much bad lately
i think my filter is clogged
motor burnin out
she got a tattoo of my homeboy's name
that we just don't talk about
he's been gone a while now
longer than my last jolst
or she's been out and down
we hit the state line
doin 95
just like a shooting star out of some stupid god's mouth
last lovers track marks fading
she turns the radio up
it turns me on
singin
this'll be one of those things
we talk about
when we say
"remember when we were young and full of fire?"
when we crash that party at the setting sun
i'm gonna dive right in
and out the other side
coming all high and tight
with fresh 20/20 starry eyes
turn up
i'm goin live
i'm gonna see
i'm gonna hear
gonna smell
all of these recently brand new things
like the fucking air still had a tag on it
no more band breaking up
junkie chicks that won't wake up
DT's or child support
cancer and planting ash
it'll be bout time
i got the skies on my side
that i'll never tell
a get out of jail free card
i'm saving for hell
got this piece of shit car
goin as fast as i can
up I-10
as far as it will take me
can't help feeling fucked
like breaking into the wrong house
just to raid the fridge
and getting my belly stuck
in the god damned doggy door
man i don't mind
being alone
but another pair of misguided eyes
might help me keep
this p.o.s.
in between the lines
all the good girls were taken
all that was left were tramps like me
so i play that hand
lately i feel a lil
stonewalled
yeah
at every stoop i try
like i dressed up as saddam hussein
for halloween
i know this one though
that every time she feels like crying
she just laughs it off
i get her some blow
drop some oxy and we're on our way
she rides shotgun
just like a shotgun
cocked and loaded
ready to pop
slaps me out of a nod
before i even hit the rumble strips
shakes her head
and just smiles real wide
i been soaking up so much bad lately
i think my filter is clogged
motor burnin out
she got a tattoo of my homeboy's name
that we just don't talk about
he's been gone a while now
longer than my last jolst
or she's been out and down
we hit the state line
doin 95
just like a shooting star out of some stupid god's mouth
last lovers track marks fading
she turns the radio up
it turns me on
singin
this'll be one of those things
we talk about
when we say
"remember when we were young and full of fire?"
when we crash that party at the setting sun
i'm gonna dive right in
and out the other side
coming all high and tight
with fresh 20/20 starry eyes
turn up
i'm goin live
i'm gonna see
i'm gonna hear
gonna smell
all of these recently brand new things
like the fucking air still had a tag on it
no more band breaking up
junkie chicks that won't wake up
DT's or child support
cancer and planting ash
it'll be bout time
i got the skies on my side
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