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Tired of Being Tired of Being in Trouble

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RingRingRingRing
A dream is broken
As I'm suddenly awoken
By the flickering of plastic stars
That are hanging and smoking

I feel like last week's
Sloppy Joe's second's just
Chewed up and spat out
My brain onto the side-walk rust
But at least I'm outside (so I guess that's a plus)

Still drying the bacon-grease
Out from underneath
My lower intestines
While the neighbor police
-man's double-checking his piece

Man, these bells and whistles are
beginning to give me indigestion
And I'm running out in a cold sweat
Was just injected with a week's suspension

All I do is kiss toes to give a good impression
And at the same time I try to hide
the unintentional fist impressions
Which left a small indent of
the life I thought I loved
releasing bad intentions

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