Logic paints a picture of a small boy
With his hands in his pocket
And his shoes well-shines
He's a thinker (not a looker)
Which his what his daddy told him
He's so lonely
Two heads on a body are better than
One dead stick in the mud
Two eggs in a basket are better than
One dried fish in the sun
I love the smell of diesel in
September
Cause it makes me high
And it helps me remember
Why I need to get stoned
Inebriated or blown
In the first place
I get bored, I get bored, I get bored
With the memories
Veal - Two Heads Lyrics
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Logic paints a picture of a small boy
With his hands in his pocket
And his shoes well-shines
He's a thinker (not a looker)
Which his what his daddy told him
He's so lonely
Two heads on a body are better than
One dead stick in the mud
Two eggs in a basket are better than
One dried fish in the sun
I love the smell of diesel in
September
Cause it makes me high
And it helps me remember
Why I need to get stoned
Inebriated or blown
In the first place
I get bored, I get bored, I get bored
With the memories
With his hands in his pocket
And his shoes well-shines
He's a thinker (not a looker)
Which his what his daddy told him
He's so lonely
Two heads on a body are better than
One dead stick in the mud
Two eggs in a basket are better than
One dried fish in the sun
I love the smell of diesel in
September
Cause it makes me high
And it helps me remember
Why I need to get stoned
Inebriated or blown
In the first place
I get bored, I get bored, I get bored
With the memories
Writer: THOMAS LUKE DOUCET
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing