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while you're in it try to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over Just admit when it's at it's end 'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with
and outlawed wander Hither and yonder Like dogs gone hungry Funky and angry and sometimes ugly Drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers Pathfinders, addicts and
weren't pleased and wanted to be teased and taunted. it's all confetti and rice particles, trophies and vice articles, at the end of my grey haired and
face And my point of view has lost it's place Last things Did I give nothin' in return Stand up for a cause Give permission to a mute war Call me ignorant
face And my point of view has lost it's place Last things Did i give nothing in return Stand up for a cause Give permission to a mute war Call me
the face And my point of view has lost it's place Last things Did i give nothing in return Stand up for a cause Give permission to a mute war Call
and finally give you chance to use it I'd sing you silly songs, and you could dance to the music Nah, I would never abuse it, I'd always be your home And
