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I ran into a friend of mine
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Said he was gonna take some words and make them rhyme
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I said "You can fool some of them some of the time,
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But you can only fool half them all of the time"
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He said "Yes I do believe this is true,
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Would you like to come and sniff some glue?
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And we'll fly to where the skies are blue
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And look for things both bright and new"
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And on a pretty Sunday morning
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A bunch of pretty Baptist girls
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Linked their pretty hands and they sang
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Life is shit, life is shit
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The world is shit, the world is shit
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This is life as I know it
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This is life as I know it
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And in the sky I saw Richard Nixon
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Smoking a lacey with Mr. Dickson
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He said "Son there's something I must say,
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I do believe I've found a better way"
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And a vision came
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And I new it was Bob Crane
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And Bob sang:
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Life is shit, life is shit
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The world is shit, the world is shit
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This is life as I know it
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This is life as I know it
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And when my friend and I were done
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We went to rest upon the sun
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Cause life takes from us the things we love
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And it robs us of the special ones
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And it puts them high where we can't climb
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And we only miss them all the time
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And we sing:
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Life is shit, life is shit
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The world is shit, the world is shit
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This is life as I know it
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This is life as I know it
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This is life as I know it
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This is life as I know it
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This is life as I know it
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Life is Shit
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| Dead Milkmen |
