Lifestyles of the young and the broke
Here's the answer and the antidote:
Where the fuck the chorus
Got that deep love
As the king upon the throne
That he dont even own
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Alcohol and booty calls
Across the face of the earth
If i sent my dad letters
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag
Saw the bombs on the news
My time with their half-witted reviews
Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang
Still the man with the pan
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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