Текст песни Fft

Sitting in my room

The thoughts are flying through my head

[Unverified] inside my brain is tart

The contract's on my bed

Smell the smell of cigar smoke

And I know who it is

Ideas are dumb, the doors are shut

The messages are his

My buddy Al drove off a cliff

And ran into a nail

He licks his wounds and wonders

How the tooth drove him to fail
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He hates to park his car

Downtown on 16th Avenue

Sometimes her eyes are green

And other times I think they're blue

My sister is a mother

And my mother is a chore

My brother is a junkie

For the C.O. music boards

I knew this guy who was so lazy

And he was so dumb

He slept all day and lost his job

And now he is a bum