My dad's got a black suit
I got black hands
Took a
Breaking things makes it feel OK
Until you need what you
Got my egg
Got my margarine
Got my bread
Got my pan
Got my
I've cracked enough jokes
And I've smoked enough smokes
Now I'm feeling
My muscles hurt again
I wish they'd go away
I haven't done
Jackie Chan
He is the ruler
Ultra smooth mover
He makes all American
Movies
Whenever longsleeves picks up the bass again
Until longsleeves falls on
Scrounged enough pennies for a quarter
I could play all day
And mud can get mighty warm
In your hands
Doesn't help to
This song's about a man
He is like a genius
He can
Stop counting your change
Some of us are down and out
I have noticed lately
I've been thinking (for a change)
Art is
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