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You want more, poor
Blow all my cash
She got knocked up by a knock-knock joke and it'll knock you on your ass
Sleeping in the gutter, guttin’ all my sleep
Sleeping in your troubles and boy you slept indeed

Sing me the Phonebook
Don't give me no dirty look
I gotta p*ss
Circle the yard
40 days light, 40 days dark
Sing me the Phonebook
You make the call
I'm not a messiah, just a mess
I still love you, one and all

You can’t judge blood by the way it felt
I got full sleeves but be my guest, deal the hand your dealt
Leave this town this evening
Am I being something kind?
The devil may be waiting
He may be a friend of mine
For a long time

I was some sc*m in the back of a pickup truck
I never met my dad, hear he’s famous
Huh, what the luck
I believe in something simple
I simply don’t believe
You have been forsaken
And it’s a role you share with three
Leave me

Sing me the phonebook
Don’t give me no dirty look
I gotta p*ss
Circle the yard
40 days light, 40 days dark
Sing me the phonebook
You make the call
I’m not a messiah, just a mess
I still love you, one and all

Sing me the phonebook
Don’t give me no dirty look
I gotta p*ss
Circle the yard
40 days light, 40 days dark
Sing me the phonebook
You know, oh
You know, oh
Sing me the phonebook

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