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cantthinkofname
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my dad was a bodyman
i used to stroll in asking for money for my $55 dollar perm and say thanks
while smelling the death fumes of his paints
at home his strained frustrations would not fade away
but
fab job the rich men would say
thinking of the macaroni noodle card hanging in his office i made
i told the lady fab job
shit is life, lies are life, wind is piss, life is shit, somewhere deep in my heart he's suffering, and this is it
i used to stroll in asking for money for my $55 dollar perm and say thanks
while smelling the death fumes of his paints
at home his strained frustrations would not fade away
but
fab job the rich men would say
thinking of the macaroni noodle card hanging in his office i made
i told the lady fab job
shit is life, lies are life, wind is piss, life is shit, somewhere deep in my heart he's suffering, and this is it
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