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blah
Current Music: peeping tom
i think you're old enough to know better
but i'm old enough to remember
i won't use that stupid boy forever
don't even trip,
don't get too big for your britches
all these bones been jumping out of your closet
so blasé,
don't turn and look the other way
you want to be a star
you're oh so near, yet oh so far
you'll be back inside before the winter
on that long, long trip before december
don't be throwing stones at the window
don't even trip,
don't get too big for your britches
all these bones been jumping out of your closet
so blasé,
don't turn and look the other way
you've got to have it all
you're oh so near, yet oh so far
And i know that assholes grow on trees but i'm here to trim the leaves
and i'm afraid
that you're still my friend
and you're just a piece of shit
but i can over-look it today
'cause you're still my friend
drop that gun, you aren't my fuckin hero
(don't even trip........)
you think its cool to be a fuckin zero
i can't believe i called you my amigo
speak up now
and one of you is a hundred loud
when you preach,
they'll join you on the roofs and streets
crystal clear
i'm hanging like a chandelier
watching over you
i'll move you from a song to tears
and i know that assholes grow on trees
but i'm going to trim the leaves
and i can say
that you're still my friend
and you're still a piece of shit but i can over-look it today
'cause you're still my friend
and i know that assholes grow on trees
but i'm here to trim the leaves
and i'm afraid
are you still my friend?
and you're still a piece of shit but i can look the other way
'cause you're still my friend