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States

Chicks named Veronica make you think of mansions
In Beverly Hills and Bel Air
Laying out by the pool in big floppy hats,
Oversized sunglasses, and white bikinis
Wow, what a pair
Tripping over lawn chairs
Because youíre staring so hard
Trying to harness it all
Like Judge Reinhold did Phoebe Cates
Gripping the bars of those cast iron gates
You might as well be in another state
And for the most part, you are
But in this state, you are the star
Put the horse behind the cart
And we proceed
Across the eastern peninsula
Then down to New Orleans
For the sights on the scene
Professional drinkers and the other kind
Itís nice
Itís like being alone at night
Dreaming all kinds of scenarios
Thinking of where you are in life
Not very far
What are you trying to do?
You canít predict the future
Or can you?
Maybe if you base it off whatís happened so far?
And whatís happened? Not a damn thing
So the future is an open slate
Itís never too late
Ha ha haÖ
But shit, what was I going to do? †Give up?
Fuck no, man
I kept trucking
I kept waiting on the luck
And trying to create it myself
Like they said you could
Creativity is always a crime to bureaucrats
And government is a joke
Itís no wonder these mopes open fire
Born into a place and time
That you donít understand
That doesnít understand you
And you donít understand yourself
And chaos is the only thing that does
So chaos puts a gun in your hand

And then chaos takes over





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