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Tales Of A Midwestern Meth Chef (Up For 10 Days) |
I got my cross-boned flag
Got my levee flood
Just a scallywag
With high octane blood
I got the decongestants
But I ain’t got no cold
I used to cruise in my blue ‘67 Chevelle
But it’s long since sold
I’ve been up for 10 days
Cookin’ and a-cookin’
Cookin’ and a-cookin’
Cookin’ and a-cookin’
What are you lookin’ at?
Got my fair-weather friends
A bunch of reprobates
Like a mob of scarecrows running wild
All over the show-me-state
Tried to screw me down
But I was too cranked up
Screaming all night in the joint, you know
My head was crawlin’ with bugs
I’ve been up for 10 days
Cookin’ and a-cookin’
Cookin’ and a-cookin’
Cookin’ and a-cookin’
What are you lookin’ at?
First, it’s just a little bump to get me over the hump
First, it’s just a little bump to get me over the hump
Then you say, it ain’t no crime to do it one more time
Then you say, it ain’t no crime to do it one more time
Now, ain’t it a drag to be chasin’ the bag?!
And you’re worn to the core like an old dishrag
Check out my woman
A real stinky-mouth ho
No more than 68 lbs. soakin’ wet
She’s my freak at the end of the rainbow
I got my pocket-watch heart
Got my ephedrine soup
I’m on the bow goin’ down with this here ship
I got them nothin’-to-lose blues!
I’ve been up for 10 days
Cookin’ and a-cookin’
Cookin’ and a-cookin’
Cookin’ and a-cookin’
What are you lookin’ at?
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