
joan of the stockyards - the cleanest slate lyrics
i’m not a myth
i am alive
i work a job, it’s little less than a 9 to 5
and boy it sucks
i hate my life
but i’m still young and i have no kids and i have no wife
the world is at (the wold is at)
my fingertips (my fingertips)
or so they say in shades of gray and her p+ssy lips
are tight and pink (tight and pink)
i’d like to think (i’d like to think)
with tartar sauce and a beer to drink my fish and chips
dollars, pesos, say it ain’t so
i don’t have the time for the run+around
and the eggsh+lls crack
and the future’s black
dead[?] things conspire
chicken wings are strung like
dead[?] things conspire
chicken wings are strung like
i think i’m dead
i lost my head
and yeah thеy weigh like the othеr day when you turned and said
you wanted out
the cleanest slate
cause i was f+cked and a lost cause, there’s no debate
you’re probably right
[?]
carving the days in my left arm with a razor blade
and when you saw, you told me straight
try for the wrist and i’ll have my wish for the cleanest slate
dead[?] things conspire
chicken wings are strung like
dead[?] things conspire
chicken wings
taste good
cause chicken wings taste good
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