When I got out of my bed this morning,
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I noticed that it didn't have a right side.
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And my head feels like it's filled to the top
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With Pop Rocks and cyanide.
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There's an earthquake coming, and you think you know
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Where it started, but it started very long ago.
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I need a mongoose, baby, and some Calgon to take me up outta here.
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Some days, it's just chicken bones.
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You'd better fuck off now. You'd better leave me alone
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Cos I'm about to explode, just like a Wonderbread bomb
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And I don't care what I know because I can't be wrong.
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Some days it's just chicken bones.
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You'd better fuck off now, you'd better leave me alone
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Cos I'm about to explode just like a Wonderbread bomb.
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And I don't care what I know, because I can't be wrong.
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Yes I know why you need it--'cause your car broke down,
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And you wanna take the next bus outta this town.
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But if anybody's gettin' on the bus, dawg, it's gonna be me.
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I know I don't need what you've got for me,
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But maybe I do theoretically.
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You'd better watch out sugar 'cause I'm about to get my Old Spice on.
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Some days, it's just chicken bones.
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You'd better fuck off now. You'd better leave me alone
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Cos I'm about to explode, just like a Wonderbread bomb
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And I don't care what I know because I can't be wrong.
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Some days it's just chicken bones.
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I'm all jacked up on DC at my place alone,
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And I don't care what you think about my attitude
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Because I can't be bothered with the likes of you.
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Some days, it's just chicken bones.
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You'd better fuck off now. You'd better leave me alone
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Cos I'm about to explode, just like a Wonderbread bomb
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And I don't care what I know because I can't be wrong.
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Some days it's just chicken bones.
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I'm all jacked up on DC at my place alone,
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And I don't care what you think about my attitude
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Because I can't be bothered with the likes of you.
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Chicken Bones
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John Grant |