Yesterday, you fell flat on your face.
Today you’re stinking up the place.
Tomorrow’s filled with big disgrace.
What’s a po’ boi to do?
Maybe you’re all through…
But no.
You forge ahead even though you read
All the signs that say road closed.
Cause you’re the guy who knows.
That ill wind always blows.
Keeps your bad eye closed.
So you don’t see
You could be free
If you weren’t such a goddamn retard.
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