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The Lawrence Arms
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The Profiteers
They're marching on my face They're dancing on the grave That I ain't even in They're pissing on my shoes And they're fucking my mom and aunts again And I'm choking on the fumes Of a promising youth That crumbled into sloppy, dusty doom Once I spread my wings and flew
But if it smells like shit and it looks like shit Then my friend, you can bet that we'll get rich off it If you can dream it, you can wrap it up and give it To the girl you been loving or just thinking about fucking And baby, whoa whoa it's a crazy fucking world.
They sold a healthy white baby to the trenchcoat moms They said 'A healthy white baby? What else do you got?' They said 'A negra born with its heart outside and A filthy cocksucker that can't stop getting high' And I drive all night and they never pull me over Even though I'm always high, you won't like me when I'm sober Cuz I just check my phone and sigh over and over And over and over and over and over Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Over and over and over and over and over and over and over And over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over
And I wanna pound bricks on a night like this Wake up a hundred miles or so from where I shoulda been I got nothing but time to kill so baby jump in Let's go see the people, baby, that we could have been These are the people, baby, that we could have been Oh. These are the people that we maybe should have been
But if it smells like shit and it looks like shit Then there's a guy who's gonna try to stick his dick in it If you can scream it, you can wrap it up and sell it To that girl you been loving or just dreaming about fucking And baby, whoa, baby oh whoa whoa, baby whoa whoa It's a crazy fucking world. Oh.
You can scream it, you can wrap it up and sell it To the girl you been loving or just lying about fucking, baby...
Whoa. It's a crazy fucking world
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