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whoman - subs lyrics

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livin’ in suburbia
you grow up with phobia of
gang violence
it quiets individuals

images of plain ol visuals
they’re hard to explain
who’s to blame?
bias always hangs

guess the rest
we invest in deals
treat stress as disease
need a place and free meals
equal and the same
we want to have our way
complain when we have good vibes and no evil

peaceful jobs available
not one for the common mob
tables to be waited on
“what will you have hun?
let me entertain ya
please tip me tons
leave your number on the check
if you’re looking for some fun.”

i have to talk
my mouth is a porta john
how many ways can one cope with boredom?
i like to get wrecked then find a wh0r- to snort on
mispr-nunciatin’ like a sword chopped my tongue off

up till dawn
distraught in a seance
chasin trains, dames
it’s always so he-n-s
people often wonder why i got so famous
not because i can chug a beer up my -n-s

booze on my brain
nothing’s ever contained
it goes down the drain
awe man. not again
i stained the sofa
beer pong champ, since ten with soda

big bro ben is way too drunk
don’t call the cops
we bought the skunk

dim of the mids
visit from the kids
dutches of the swish
ignorance is bliss
like friends you don’t miss
but like to smoke weed. (stop chiefin’)
blow ya for a fix
load on her t-ts

oh sh-t!
i gulped too much hennessy
movin’ on to the next scene

ahhhh what a terrible dream

(but mom, i don’t want to go to school today.)

- whoman lyrics

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