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Modesto lyrics
You came, you went
My mind it got a dent
I couldn t make my rent
cause all my cash was lent
This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin through a bag of frito-lay
And I play with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold
Well it s real and it s fake
And it s flamin like a steak
And she s puttin out my face with the rake
Oh honey you knew
That you were my one and only blur
Unglued, depressed
The meatloaf in my chest
Personality test
I failed with the best
And I stomped and I stormed
And I passed out in your dorm
Then you hustled me outside
I couldn t catch a ride
But the subway trains speak to me now
I m browsing through the supermarket town
And the girls don t talk when I m around
And I m feelin bad even though nothing s wrong
Chokin on a breathmint
That s cool
Yeah, that s cool
(........stuck out here in the sand, they shot my mule and burned my wagon--
Ran out of sourdough 2 days ago; ain t got no more lard. God bless you folks...)
song lyrics
Modesto lyrics
You came, you went
My mind it got a dent
I couldn t make my rent
cause all my cash was lent
This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin through a bag of frito-lay
And I play with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold
Well it s real and it s fake
And it s flamin like a steak
And she s puttin out my face with the rake
Oh honey you knew
That you were my one and only blur
Unglued, depressed
The meatloaf in my chest
Personality test
I failed with the best
And I stomped and I stormed
And I passed out in your dorm
Then you hustled me outside
I couldn t catch a ride
But the subway trains speak to me now
I m browsing through the supermarket town
And the girls don t talk when I m around
And I m feelin bad even though nothing s wrong
Chokin on a breathmint
That s cool
Yeah, that s cool
(........stuck out here in the sand, they shot my mule and burned my wagon--
Ran out of sourdough 2 days ago; ain t got no more lard. God bless you folks...)
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