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Lean Down, Maybe Left, Just Bring Me The Trash
The old man has still got pride,
Wrecking tattooed on his side.
Still gives.
Makes live.
He did it to help,
Red, Blue,
Death clue.
We’ve got bills in our pocket,
Homes made after busted locks.
Let loose.
Grabbed loot.
We do it for fun,
The thrill,
The kill.
Bring them a smiley,
Sticker them up.
Mishap, toy aisle,
Give them a mop.
Bring me, lead me, I want this,
Revolution would be bliss.
For us,
We flush,
See it go down smooth.
There lives.
There wives.
Bring them a smiley,
Sticker them up.
Mishap, toy aisle,
Give them a mop.
Last edited by conniption; 03-28-2006 at 08:58 PM.
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