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Lame
03:23
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i know a guy, shaved his head, and he works with the insane. he looked like residents, he never left that day.
i know a guy in cowboy boots, but he ain't no john wayne. people like him just fine. i think he's kind of lame.
lame. lame. lame. lame. lame. lame.
i know a guy, likes his milk, and he drinks it every day. his bones are big and strong, why can't i be this way?
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I Don't Care
02:16
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i went for a walk, to the other side of town. where i bumped into a man, and i knocked him down. and he said "hey faggot, watch where you're going, you fucking clown." but i just kept on walking, i didn't even turn around.
i don't care, i don't care, i don't care.
just the other day, a friend of mine died. laying up in his coffin, smell the formaldehyde. yeah we were good friends, used to sit around getting high. and everyone was crying, and i didn't know why.
because;
i don't care, i don't care, i don't care.
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It's Mine
02:47
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it's on my mind, like a long time. klu klux kids, and nazi youth, liberal scum, and everyone.
everything you touch, everything you see, hands off because it belongs to me. everything you fuck, everything you eat, it's mine. it's mine.
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So What
01:36
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all these things never meant shit to me. strung up and hung from the highest tree. and it was never what it was, and it was never what i want.
you got a 9-5, you got the family life, you got a nice car. so what.
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Loser Man
01:03
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29 and i live with my mom, ain't got a car and i ain't got a job. i'm all alone and i can't get a date, i sit at home and masterbate.
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Sympathy For...
05:11
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hey little girl walking down the street. hey little girl you’re looking pretty sweet. hey little girl come take me by the hand. hey little girl get in my big white van. i’m so old, you’re so young. come on in we’ll have some fun. i’ll take you home, i’ll get you drunk. nowhere to go, ahhh you’re stuck. and when you see me coming, grab your kids, start running. hey little girl walking down the street. hey little girl so pretty and petite. hey little girl come take me by the hand. hey little girl get in my big white van. i’ll hold you down, i’ll tie you up. you’ll realize that your shit out of luck. these things i do, i don’t know why. so have some sympathy for pedophiles. and when you see me coming grab your kids, start running.
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Window Liquor Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Window Liquor was formed in 1983 when Brett fell off a bridge and subsequently spent six months in physical therapy. His recovery trainer was a gypsy named John who taught him how to play the ukulele. Shortly thereafter, John’s millionaire uncle, died, willing to John his entire fortune. John wasted no time in assembling his ukulele prodigy, along with stage magician Matt to form Window Liquor. ... more
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