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art morera - rags to riches lyrics

uh+huh, all right all right
yeah
yeah
yeah

greasy grimy salmon guts
fingers slimy, halibut
packs of mutts scavenge chunks
after ten thousand cuts as if a massacre has occurred
alaska stickers on classic trucks
naknek drifters’ back pockets with a flask of liquor
bad workers wear a mask and snicker
hard workers with cramps and blisters happy with tobacco canisters
human resources administers ibuprofen and a caffeine mixture
that is a magic elixir, take a breather man that should fix ya
mosquito on the back of my neck who’s needles feel like catfish whiskers
compassion for addict hipsters, still address them as ma’am or mister
when thе work shirt fabric stenches donate thеm or trash them b+tches
hit up a planet fitness, cash my checks then i’m back in business
i call this rags to riches
rags to riches
rags to riches
rags to riches
rags to riches
rags to riches, yeah
rags to riches
rags to riches
rags to riches
rags to riches
ninety nine percent can’t handle this sh+t
fresh out the madness, real quick before i go back in
been a while hasn’t it
howl with me what’s happenin
let me shout out money mogly
shout out the youngin wolfy
shout out big g and joey
shout out the gods and noe
break it down like
where are you going
hahahahahahahaha whooo
probably somewhere snowing
under the aurora borealis in my laboratory
smile keeps my aura alluring
wake up with a morning glory
in this alaskan horror story there’s
greasy grimy salmon guts
keep in mind your stamina, don’t pinch your sciatica
machinery sound like metallica
where is the plug for cali bud
two thirds of the day standing up
how the f+ck it’s only been half a month
catch the chum hidden in the shoal
as they drop out splashing sludge
it’s almost as if they have a grudge against families that indulge on their flesh
sitting back with a fat bulge on their tummies mmm yummy
some be on the floor but still fresh
there i go again exploring death
but that’s how insane the story gets
and i’m about to go more in depth
wept as i’d squeegee the floor, sort of swept pools of fish organs
organic as it gets
on+site mechanic with a wrench
to repair the mechanism that beheads sockeye salmon in like half a second
before we handle the rest of the process
some have a gash on their sides
could’ve been seal, grizzly bear or loch ness
meanwhile writing songs in my head
ignoring those that taunting the dead
quick shower to wash off this mess
another long shift at the office
woke up and i got dressed
i call this rags to riches
rags to riches
rags to riches
rags to riches
rags to riches
rags to riches
rags to riches
rags to riches
rags to riches
ninety nine percent can’t handle this sh+t
where the f+ck you goin’

- art morera lyrics

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