Addiction, lies, sex. Me an' this girl I know. Kinda like a nursery rhyme.
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PANTS
There was a man who lived in a shoe
Made of black tar wooden glue
Had a child made of ash
This poor dude didn’t know what to do
So he put a thicker noose on his neck
There was a girl who lived on her own
Decorating her home
Until a fire burned it away
She’s out on the night
Taking hits, learned to smoke that dope right
Until she found meaning in that mist
