The loud whining roar
Pushing the floor
Picking up traces
With a vacuum
Cleaned up the mess
Wear our best fancy dress
Look like we think we're supposed to
And the sweat glands excrete
I jump to my feet
Approaching the mirror to great you
With nose to shotgun
I was having some fun
With this one
Girl from Baltimore
That I knew.
And we eat our own words
Hang out on the curb
The dirt builds under our nails
We'll have no worries here
No more cold moaning fear
As long as we discard the mail
They'll burst through the door
Force your nose to the floor
Abducted
Tossed in a cell
We'll have no worries here
Don't get hung up my dear
Cause baby you know We'll make bail.

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