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I just wrote the dumbest song. It's gonna be a sing along. All our friendswill clap and sing. Our enemies will laugh and be pointing. It won't botherme, what the thoughtless are thinking, I am more concerned with what we'redrinking. They'll laugh about it at the warehouse, saying I'm so lame. Itwrote itself. You can keep the blame. It'll be a happy song. Not unlike someother ones. While everyone's depressed and broke, I get high off your sickjokes. They're colossal. They're tousling all the worried hair. Stay up there.
So crazy it just might work. Then we'll quit our jobs. We could be the nextgroup that you rob. There are times for being dumb. This must be one of them.I'd like to know what's so wrong with a stupid, happy song? It says manythings in it's nothingness. It gives me space to think, I guess. To think less
And less. Moving units and tracking charts. Will they ever learn? It isn't whoyou know, it's who you burn. It means nothing. Selling kids to other kids. Ifyou think we changed our tune, I hope we did.
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