Waking up from a vision
Fake smiles and Cadillac
Freedom from community
My weight feels golden, there are brown edges
Because I'm running out, running out of
Homeruns to hit
My walk has a limp
They call it service economy
Who wants to be a servant
This low carb diet of gristle and TV
Running out of things to think
Where are the people that I'm counting on
To veto my libido
I love to sit
And I lament
The days of textile league ballgames
Take me to the ballgame
Got these stretch marks on my brain from preemptive strikes
Why must we complain
Got these stretch marks on my brain from preemptive strikes
Now we must all complain
Excons - USA Chant Lyrics
Excons - USA Chant Lyrics
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Waking up from a vision
Fake smiles and Cadillac
Freedom from community
My weight feels golden, there are brown edges
Because I'm running out, running out of
Homeruns to hit
My walk has a limp
They call it service economy
Who wants to be a servant
This low carb diet of gristle and TV
Running out of things to think
Where are the people that I'm counting on
To veto my libido
I love to sit
And I lament
The days of textile league ballgames
Take me to the ballgame
Got these stretch marks on my brain from preemptive strikes
Why must we complain
Got these stretch marks on my brain from preemptive strikes
Now we must all complain
Fake smiles and Cadillac
Freedom from community
My weight feels golden, there are brown edges
Because I'm running out, running out of
Homeruns to hit
My walk has a limp
They call it service economy
Who wants to be a servant
This low carb diet of gristle and TV
Running out of things to think
Where are the people that I'm counting on
To veto my libido
I love to sit
And I lament
The days of textile league ballgames
Take me to the ballgame
Got these stretch marks on my brain from preemptive strikes
Why must we complain
Got these stretch marks on my brain from preemptive strikes
Now we must all complain
Writer: Excons
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