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smoke gets in your ear
doubt's a bandit
he'll steal your face, rip your teeth right outta your jaw
doubt's a cur, a real bur in my ass
makes his way up higher regions
if I let 'im.
doubt's a punk
a whiny little boy wants daddy to leave the room.
doubt, the cutup
doubt, that pig:
went and tole my baby didn't lover no more
when she knows I did.
i'm packin the van, i'm a murderous man,
rolling over his toes on my way past the firehouse
fast as i can.
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© 8 June/4 December 2006, Sugarpie Rabbit
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