Come on now, bread and butter
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No one knows a better mother
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She's the guy who kills the sky
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Burns the night out when she goes away
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She's the boat in the sewer
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She's the old man with manure
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Rocking all night like a drum
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Going back where she comes from
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Can of whiskey
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Big guitars on the wall
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Cracker-jacks burn and fall
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Styrofoam in her hair
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She is barely anywhere
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Whiskey Can Can
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| Beck |
