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You're a cancer causing, cancer having slob
Whoa, Who-oa, Whoa

And maybe we like to criticize more than we construct,
And maybe that's not healthy,

Oh when the saints come marching in
Well I'm sure they'll feel so much better

And smoking makes you rule
So just light up a smoke and you'll never go broke

I'm gonna walk my big feet
And I'd like to think things through

We need to stop fighting, stop hating, and start writing
We must we must we must

And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking
But now we're all grown-up and we're sadly sighing

And I love her
And I will always appreciate bad days like this

And my job what a shame
Just a mountain of death filling up my brain

You've got nothing I hate but got something I loathe
You still walk around letting other people pick out your clothes

But it's so hard on me.
Talked to a girl in first hour.

Show me your flesh wounds
Show me your heart

And my lungs will grow cancers
And my back, it will grow achy

And Cody doesn't have friends
And his parents hate each other

And smoking makes you rule
So just light up a smoke and you'll never go broke

We should be a happy family
Or a traveling travesty at least

And I totally lost my shit in that museum
All from a video installation of Linda Ronstadt

I bet you got something beautiful in mind
They're gonna beat me till I'm black and blue

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