[Slug - Verse 1]
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A city full of people and my favorite is that waitress
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And she treats me like some type of common vagrant
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I see her everyday, but there's nothing to say
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Unless I decide to step inside of that cafe
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I only get to sit if I buy something to eat
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Otherwise it's best to keep my feet moving down that street
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And god damn she's a hard bitch
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Talks at me like I'm the bad dog that got into the garbage
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Yeah I know that the toilet is for customers
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You ain't got to tangle up the strings to make this puppet work
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It doesn't have to be a game of patty cake
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But it ain't like you don't know I sleep in that alleyway
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And by the way, I can see it in your eyes
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You're angry with your life, not a stranger to the fight
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I bet you hate every man that you date
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And you're probably addicted to all types of escape
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You take it out on me that you're all alone
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When you know you got your own closet full of hollow bones
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Watch the tone when you speak to old folks
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I'm grown, just trying to get out of this Minnesota cold
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[Spoken]
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Look lady, I'm homeless, I'm crazy
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I'm so hopeless I'm suicidal daily
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If you and I can't co-exist, let's fake it
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Cause I ain't got the energy it takes for this relationship
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[Slug - Verse 2]
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I'm waiting for a city bus to flatten me
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And transport me to the ever after happily
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Maybe reincarnated with luck
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Come back to Earth as a cockroach in your tip cup
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She said she's had it up to here
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She's gonna call authorities if I don't disappear
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I love her threats, it rejuvenates my breath
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I give her stress for the reaction that it gets
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I got a pocket full of clean, handled money
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On a cup of bad coffee and a stale honey bun
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In front of everyone she calls me bum
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But she notices my absence on them afternoons I don't come
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So here I am, thorn in her hip
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Holding down the corner table all morning with some corn chips
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Ignoring the insults and evil eyes
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I feed off of 'em, I wonder when she'll realize
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That she's the only reason I visit
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The only woman in my world that acknowledges my existence
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And if my ship ever comes, I'll miss it
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Because I'm getting old and I ain't got much left to give it
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So there it is and I have to live with it
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I had the chance to make a difference, but I didn't
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In the cafe bathroom drinking free tap water
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Thinking: "Damn, I should've been a better father to my daughter"
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The Waitress
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