My brain is thinking funny and I thought you’d relate,
I’ve got no money and I smell like shit.
Two cockroaches sit on a table
gather dust eaves dropping conversation.
Stone cold faces, hard hard times.
I love life but no pain is annoying,
fuck the skeletons in my closet,
I’m so tired of their sad sad moans.

(Vincent Bennett)
I’m so tired of their sad sad moans
I’m so tired of their sad sad moans
My brain is thinking funny and I thought you’d relate,
I’ve got no fucking money and I smell like shit...


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