Sometimes I think of all the places where I don`t wanna go Then I think of all the things that I don`t wanna do And when I think of all the people that I don`t wanna meet I close my eyes and go to sleep
Tully, baby, you`re trapped behind your golden bars I`m the prince of poverty hangin` out in bars Your life`s a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool My life`s on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel
Your obviousness disgusts me I see thru your macho lies I`ll fight everything you stand for There`s something in your purse baby, my head is getting sore Maybe what we had was just green corn
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