The count of culture is sulking
We cannot be held responsible
Sociopath of logical liers invented the wheel
In which they run
In scholarly circles
To greater noodle psychology
With Japanese on his t-shirt
Salvation army and beetle boots starting to peel
As if they shrink
On the third glass of wine
She said your not mine
Not to speak
To seek my point
I sell my voice
Some houses
Lots of trees
On mass patches of land
Notice some flowers
And stationaries
It's how to murder a man
But I feel better today
It's the end almost
I am guessing
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The count of culture is sulking
We cannot be held responsible
Sociopath of logical liers invented the wheel
In which they run
In scholarly circles
To greater noodle psychology
With Japanese on his t-shirt
Salvation army and beetle boots starting to peel
As if they shrink
On the third glass of wine
She said your not mine
Not to speak
To seek my point
I sell my voice
Some houses
Lots of trees
On mass patches of land
Notice some flowers
And stationaries
It's how to murder a man
But I feel better today
It's the end almost
I am guessing
We cannot be held responsible
Sociopath of logical liers invented the wheel
In which they run
In scholarly circles
To greater noodle psychology
With Japanese on his t-shirt
Salvation army and beetle boots starting to peel
As if they shrink
On the third glass of wine
She said your not mine
Not to speak
To seek my point
I sell my voice
Some houses
Lots of trees
On mass patches of land
Notice some flowers
And stationaries
It's how to murder a man
But I feel better today
It's the end almost
I am guessing
Writer: Robert E. Jr. Pollard
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.