Let the counter-weights be removed,
It's peanut butter and jelly for those who want to be schooled,
I ain't rude, just honest and unglued.
Why don't you wanna meet my friends? She said.
Those fuck through fences might as well be dead.
Lock the bathrooom door and drown your heart in the head.
Those fuck through fences might as well be dead.
You didn't call while I was gone,
Free drinks at the bar away from home.
Good ol' Johnny's father has died,
and the snow is sticking outside.
And Brother Tim has bought a house on the dark side of who knows when
He'll come back to the land of the living.
To hell with the counter-weights, let em come unglued.
I'm hiding out in the city, once fucked-over, now twice removed.
Why don't I want to meet your friends, let me tell you again.
Those fuck-thru-fences are better off dead, or sitting in traffic.
I'm the boss, now you panic.
I can taste the shit in my throat,
there's miles behind me, but a million left to go
-the fuck do you know?
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