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Peak #19,314
Peak in subgenre #11,823
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January 26, 2006
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:46
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Simon says, crack a bottle to sip/With some bacon and waffles, time to get ripped/but not in a saloon or in a frat house basement/but hungover in bed, alone and impatient/I'm staking out greener pastures where from dirt fields gather/biding my time, hoping a cold one will yield an answer/Reflecting, and expecting less from my investments/if misery loves company than this party's endless/The devil's working overtime on my idle mind/it's heaven for the guy who guards hell with a dirty eye/Let's see, we got Coors, Miller, and Bud/On second thought, that shit costs a little too much/drunk and incognito, what a better way to feel low/my liver hates my guts, but so?/Give me a brown paper bag, it's the wrapping on my gift/I think I'll watch the sun rise, hover, drop down and split
(Chorus)Oh lordy, forty O.Z./There's no union quite like you and me (X3)/Forty ounce, you make me wanna scream and shout/So this is what a weekday morning's all about
Storm clouds and rainbows, horns and halos/A walk on the wild side, we all can't age slow/without war, there's no peace, no savior with no beast/The plumbers went under just for trying to stop leaks/Established rules seems stupid/where's the sanctuary for the Hobbesian doofus?/I swear, the oligarchy's clueless/It's wonderful, acting as the swine among the foolish/Mornings begin at noon with a head of faded memories/A brew with my breakfast, there goes my energy/this better be the last leg of dread/It sickens me, when undertakers break bread/Someone let the air out of my tires, now I'm lost/I start my day with cereal of malt, barley, and hops/Malt, barley, and hops?/Free to run my chops, acheiving what can't be topped
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So, crack a bottle or pull open a can/I feel like Columbus did when he saw land/I must be knee deep in quick sand, man/stress and alcoholism go hand in hand/I swim against the current or I cease to float/better combat the masses trying to impose the yoke/Dangerous thought is supposed to be cloaked/Like tales of rowdy movie sets with actresses getting groped/The high note was melodiously hit by the fat bitch/Damn shit! Being iconoclastic's a gambit/I heard the story before and ignored warnings/Like waking up with double vision every fucking morning/When it's raining, it's pouring, sobriety is boring/Time to, replenish my over the counter morphine/So this is why comformity has an audience/vast enough to span across five fucking continents
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