There will always be noses to pick and asses to scratch, and if you lose a dollar don't stay too attached for the world is your oyster, make no mistake, that as long as you live there will be much to forsake. Don't gripe just wipe the shame from your eyes and sit on down for momma's sweet apple pies because you're safe from harm if you keep your charm and wit that needs not give a shit.
Wake and bake, toke you joke, and smoke that rope like a hoe needin soap. Bend on over and take a bow and never mind your marriage vows, for the stage is yours to blow off chores and dance as if squirrels run rampant in your pants. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways that your greed and hatred pays, bans marriage for gays, and oh no bro don't taze.
Don't try, but to lie about your cries about life and watch as you fail by trial and the knife. Can't stand but to band to a meager soul, your fans, grow fat off the land too gone to lift a hand. You're a holy roller, son, perk up and take note for the jobs not done and there's no slit in your throat. Just your self-inflicted angst over things you cannot change only to become estranged from what once was and never will be again.
Your clothes are tattered, your spirit is shattered and none of it mattered, to you, to them and you can't explain just where things went wrong. Sing it loud and sing it strong you're stuck in this place like an ill-tempter thong and while you may think it wrong to take pride in stride and fuck by luck you'll never reach your goals most hated hockey puck.
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