Lately everyone I know
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Has been shittin' all over me.
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Hey you, and all of my good friends
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They disowned my fucking friends and me.
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I guess it's because
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I gotta go off in my little own direction.
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But fuck 'em all. I'll never follow.
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They can suck on my erection.
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Why do you drink?
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GG, why d'you smoke dope?
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Why must you live out
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The songs that you wrote?
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Over and over everybody makes my prediction
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So if I get fucked up I'm just carryin' on an old
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Scumfuc tradition.
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You know I've fucked some ladies,
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And I love to drink my Jim Beam,
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And they both tried to kill me
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Back in nineteen eighty-three.
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When the doctor he asked me, he said, "GG,
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How'd you get in this condition?"
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I said, "Hey, asshole, I'm just carryin' on an old
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Scumfuc tradition."
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(They wanna know...)
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Why do you drink?
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GG, why d'you smoke dope?
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Why must you live
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Like the songs that you wrote?
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Over and over
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everybody's makin' my predictions
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So if I get fucked up I'm just carryin' on an old
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Scumfuc tradition.
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Scumfuc Tradition
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| G.G. Allin |
