hippiekiller ([info]peapovega) wrote,
  • Mood: crazy
  • Music: soul suckin jerk

im crazy

Standing right here with a beer in my hand
And my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand
Fourteen days I've been sleeping in the barn
Better I get a paycheck tattooed on my arm
Whistling dixie with the dixie cup filled
With the barbecue sauce and the dental floss chill
Big fat fingers pointing into my face
Telling me to get busy cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigarette
And she's coming after me with a butterfly net
Riding on the bloodhound ringing the bell
Black cat wrapped in the road map to hell
Pencil on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
Taking turns baking worms with the bacon and eggs
Well they got me in a bird cage flapping my jaw
Like a pretzel in the stars just waiting to fall
So give me what I got to get so I can go
Cos I ain't washing dishes in the ditch no more

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