| Chevy express, no children conceived
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| The beer cans rattle around
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| The tags are old, the engine’s cold
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| I’m idle in a neighboring town
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| Highway work, no progress made
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| The state’s just taking their time
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| Something’s wrong, the bridge is strong
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| They’re bagging money all the while
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| He got the trade, he got the money
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| And the honey to apologize
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| He got the skin but I got it thick
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| And the tricks for compromise
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| Crazy kids, their money in pits
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| And a selfish sense of bitch
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| We know them, we hate them
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| I could have sworn they was digging the ditch
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| But that kid was cute, that kid ate fruit
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| Then the kid was found in a blanket
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| Clues ain’t there, the cops were square
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| It must have been an immigrant
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| She got the trade, she got the money
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| And the honey to apologize
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| She got the skin but I got it thick
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| And the tricks for a compromise
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| Credit cards, email alerts
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| Water’s cold, walls are mold
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| But we got a little co-op farm
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| Drugs and terror, which one’s better
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| Mother nature’s waging a war
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| I’ll take the rap, I’ll buy the gas
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| Give the money to the Indian boy
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| I got the trade, I got the money
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| And the honey to apologize
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| I got the skin, he got it thick
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| And the tricks for a compromise
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| I got the trade, I got the money
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| And the honey to apologize
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| I got the skin, he got it thick
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| And the tricks for a compromise |