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Good Times On Troll Street
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I'm in a meat pack plant by the gutterside A slaughterhouse apartment with a slice of lime I'm cruisin' with the bruisers, boozin' I'll be a suitor, losing my mind Because there's nothing to find (laughter) The fetid stench of bad intentions hangs in the sweat I’m in a sauna with my trauma, and I’m tryin’ to forget How a [?]seasoned company’s warned me, warning Imminent pleasure’s ready to cut to the bone You said “let loose,” but now you’re lost (laughter) While I tied my boots like a tightrope noose The problem chased the taste of the cause While the evidence supports the truth Is 80 enough proof for you? (Where you goin', Boots?) Here’s to my lady, and I’m coming inside (Grandma's house!) Drink to me, baby, and what’s left of what’s right (laughter) It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you On a f**ked up Saturday night (You can't cross the bridge, 'cause I'm the troll!) Good times on Front Street (laughter) "Makes me feel like Ms. Pac Man." "Welcome to the merry-round. The merry go round?" "Ms. Pac Man!" "Is that William Sunshine?" Here’s to my lady, and I’m coming inside (Aw, b*******!) Drink to me, baby, and what’s left of what’s right (Haha!) It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you On a f**ked up Saturday night Good times... (In Auschwitz!) In Auschwitz. (I'm still the troll.) He's the troll!
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