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He sits on the street corner and lights a cigarette I said my back's dis-aligned, but I'm doing my best I rode in a shopping cart down Main Street And I can hear the tapping of all the people's feet I hucked a loogie down in basement of your house You said, you asshole, I have to clean that now But I'm so neurotic, I just can't help myself And you're so erotic with that look on your face I could be on TV Cause I'm bursting at the seams A mental revolution in me You fucked up my dream Truman Capote was a skinny man And my all my best friends watch C-SPAN I can do it, because I bite my nails Politicians have emotion for sale Doritos are crunchy, yogurt is not Joey said a UFO sold him pot Racecar backwards is the same thing I really really really wish I knew how to sing I could be in a magazine Cause I'm bursting at the seams A mental revolution in me I fucked up my dream |