Sometimes I like to lay in bed and pretend like I died
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Sometimes I stay like that till the day becomes night
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Then I crank myself up, and I set loose to fly
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Like a bunch of restless bats finally coming to life
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And the places are the same, but the faces are new
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And my own face is somewhere between yellow and blue
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And I'm pressing my luck just to see if I can
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And I'm betting my soul and I'm losing again
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Chorus:
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Cause these pigs seem to be getting the best of me
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These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me
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These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me
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With so much to love, sometimes we wind up diseased
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
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Now I'm back in the sun and my fingers are scraping
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And I can't work to clasp and I can't stop the shaking
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And I'm making that face that only ever happens
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When your life takes a shit in your pants and keeps crapping
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What happened to all of the oh you'll be fines
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What happened to having plenty of time
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What happened to my fucking body and mind
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I poisoned them dry, but I still like to try to wake up tomorrow
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Had to feel myself growing in the sun to finally face all
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Oh the work that still needs to get done
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So quit being such a pussy and run
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Back into the storm where my demons come from
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Chorus:
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But these pigs seem to be getting the best of me
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These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me
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These fucking pigs seem to be getting the best of me
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With so much to love, sometimes we wind up diseased
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With so much to love, sometimes we wind up diseased
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With so much to love, sometimes we wind up diseased
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh
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Thanks to TwinkieTom for correcting these lyrics
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These Pigs Seem To Be Getting The Best Of Me
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| Lawrence Arms |
