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Sometimes I think of all the places where I don't wanna go

Then I think of all the things that I never wanna do

And when I think of all the people that I don't wanna meet

I close my eyes and go to sleep

Tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars

I'm the prince of poverty I hang around in bars

Your life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool

My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel



Your obviousness disgusts me I see thru your macho lies

I'll fight everything you stand for

There's something in your purse baby, my head is getting sore

Maybe what we had was just green corn

thats it...once again im missing fills but otherwise i think thats good, im

Certain with the solo tho

....see ya in the pit....