Blank walls in a restaurant bathroom.
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Black marker though just a pen would do
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Small words and simple poetry.
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Say what you want to say
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In just the perfect way
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And all the people say:
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Kokamantratarius
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Hero for the average Joe.
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It makes him feel like
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POW! BLAM! YEAH!
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Fire in the hole!
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Kokamantratarius above the toilet bowl.
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Cracked tiles and cold white cinder blocks
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Soon wear his words.
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It¡¯s like a diarrhea diary for men.
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He¡¯s like a Robert Frost if Robert Frost had been
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Strange and nefarious and ungregarious.
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The road less traveled is for Kokamantratarius.
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Kokamantratarius
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Hero for the average Joe.
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It makes him feel like
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POW! BLAM! YEAH!
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Fire in the hole!
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Kokamantratarius above the toilet bowl.
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Here I stand with pete in hand
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I¡¯m hoping that you¡¯ll understand
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That all my life I¡¯ve been a freak,
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Afraid to laugh, afraid to speak.
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But now you¡¯ll have to listen to me.
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Now you¡¯ll have to listen to me,
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Now you¡¯ll have to listen now
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But I don¡¯t have a thing to say.
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Average Joe, hero for the average Joe.
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It makes him feel like shit.
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Kokamantratarius
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| Pain (American Band) |
