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Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, Speed, Weed, Birth Control, Life's a bitch, then you die, So fuck the world, And lets get high!
To Dance on a Silver Sky, To penetrate the Moon, To fly with Golden Wings, Above a black lagoon.
Love is a Triangle, Love is a Game, Boys do the Pecking, Girls take the blame, 1 hour of fun, 9 months of pain, 8 hours in the hospital, A baby to name. Father a bastard, Mother a whore, This all wouldn't have happened, If the rubber hadn't tore.
Good Day, Good Luck, Get Drunk, Get Fucked.
Hay is for Horses, Grass is for me. Hippies smoke it, Why can't we? |
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The Trailer
Walk in fine, Leave very blind. See the faces; You don't understand. You want to be part of the crowd; You take a toke, your vision is blurred by the smoke. Faces around you; Unkown friends. You stay in your seat, for fear of standing. You need a drink Find a cup. You settle down, You wanna sleep. You're amazed by all these sheep. You're done, You wanna stop. But look out! Theres a cop! You get questioned, You tell him a no. You go home; only place to go. You won't remember. |
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