Got a feeling I'm out too late,
It isn't healing on booze and tape,
can't make a living giving it away.
Gave it all, came up short,
it's a red letter that I've ignored.
Johnny, Johnny, don't tell me that you're bored.
It's a television trap of tits and asses
and I won't even turn around or wipe my glasses,
for the endless repetition of the latest style of lies
when I've seen through each disguise.
The One-Fifty died in the yard,
Call Johnny, go get the part,
fly the highway and swipe the card.
Tell Mom, throw on some steaks,
change filters, fixed the brakes,
I wasn't hearing the sound you said it makes.
It's a television trap of tits and asses
and I won't even turn around or wipe my glasses,
for the endless repetition of the latest style of lies
when I've seen through each disguise.
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