A christian an anarchist slash prostitute figures out the true meaning of freedom
Not freedom like america freedom like a shopping cart
Kick back no tense you got a bag of grub cost you about 50 cents
No fear no fuckin feat malt liquor tastes much better on the street
Crustin, a way of life for heroines and heroes had hitchike the rorad to eden
Not eden like the garden state eden like the state of mind
Kick back cheap thrills you'll do anything for a lugh even if it kills you
The bridge you took it out the ticket takers suddenly lost count
Sleeping under rays your teeth crumbling away say goodbye
To all responsibility you never wanted it man
Wasting time whenever you get the chance
Which happens to be all the time
Kick back free meals
A couple of times a day you make a coupe if shady deals
No work no fuckin pay
Cardboard condiminium by the bay
You're between the red i black and you're never goin' back
To all responsibilty cause
You never wanted it manI guess I met the devil, but I sure didn't know no better
You were kool as hell like e-mail, but still timeless like a letter
As I sit and I stare at the satanic glare, on the glass frame in front of your face
You're alone on my shelf, yelling, "look at yourself"
I feel like Bobby Brady breaking the vase
But now you're all screwed up
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You're so yesterday
Miles away
Promised myself on new years day
I'd take a bath today
And wash you away
As all of your little blonde hairs go down the drain
Your sister called me yesterday to tell me I was a loser
At least I haven't lost my mind, and at least I'm not a boozer
As I tried to heed to your wants and your needs
You were solemnly lost in space
So keep reading your books on "how to give dirtly looks"
Everytime I should be put in my place
Now you're all screwed up
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I guess I met the devil, but I sure didn't know no better
You were cool as hell like e-mail, but still timeless like a letter
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