[Verse 1:]
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When the drudgery of every day life starts to get to me
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Fouling up the flavor of my rice and beans recipe
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I can't do better than the best of my ability
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The rent check is late, they're turning off utilities
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Fuck it, I don't need electricity or gas
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To sit alone in the dark and be sad
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I need a friend to come and kick me in the ass
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[Verse 2:]
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It's been three weeks and a day
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Since I last brush my teeth
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My breath is so bad that
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I can't smell my feet
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I'm a' throw in the towel
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'Cause I just can't compete
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Got a boat, and a paddle
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But no shit up my creek
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I'm that manic depressive, hermit, bona-fided freak
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On the floor in the corner whiping tears from my cheeks
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I don't want to talk
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I don't want to eat
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So just leave me alone so my self can defeat
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It's unbearable, but I prefer feeling terrible
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I don't need more advice
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Or another boring parable
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Really, it's over
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I got no more tears for your god damn shoulders
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I told you, to start treating me colder
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Or I'll get closer to calamity
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An unmotivated state
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On the crotch of insanity's panties
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In my poop stained pajamies
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Damn, B, better start acting manly, and do it fast
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[Hook:]
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I need a friend to come and kick me in the ass
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I need a friend to come and kick me in the ass
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I need a friend to come and kick me in the ass
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I need a friend
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Some call me a quitter
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But it's more deep than that
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'Cause every time I get up
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I get knocked on my back
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Why not stay flat?
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Where nothing bad can happen
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Away from all the acusations
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And the laughin
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False facts, and lies of the world outside
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I'm a' just sit here and count flies
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One
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Two
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Three, four, five
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That one died
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And I'm jealous
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If there was a prize for underzealous
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I would win it
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I'm just gunna start this song and never finish
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Get my little name in the big book of Guinness
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Underneath the title
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The most lackadaisical, unamazacle, underwhelming
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Scardy cat lazy rat bastard
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Depressing piece of crap in his class
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Who needs a friend to kick him in the ass
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[Hook]
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I've tried, but I can't put my past to the back of me
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I think of all the pain I've caused, and I atrophy
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Alone, sitting at home, with my phone, off the ringer
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Nost full of fingers
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Wonderin' if I'll ever have the strength to pull myself over obstacles
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Or if I'll just write moving on as impossible
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And give it up
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Nail the window and door shut
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And live it up
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Lonely, but liberated
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Cut off from the world
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My girl and my crew
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With nothing to eat and not a damn thing to do
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Except to sit and wait for someone to save me
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By putting one of they feet in the seat that god gave me
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Maybe then I'll finish first
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Instead of coming in last
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[Hook]
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[ad libs fading out]
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Kick In The Ass
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Little T & One Track Mike |