Soccer Puck

from by JarlQ

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I feel unkempt
Don’t want or need no cigarette
We’ll share one square, four corners
This side-your side
My side and theirs
There’s bound to be a point where we’ll break even
Even though I don’t know where
“I” is “my” friend
Please pass more bread
I’ve toasted most of what’s good
From the oven
Of au naturale appeal
Peel me a banana, Diana
Dying to be your Al
uh-lal, lal, lal, lal,lal, la,la,la, la, la,
Call me Alvis

It’s not in his sock
It’s not in my pocket, ooh
I just like the skunk
So spare me your junkie, you

Now, I feel up-tempo
In a redirect
We’ll fry our insides to finally
Have no gun
Held to our heads
Hetzl’s bringing back a pretzel bag
Bagged ‘specially for the Queens
I "bee" insect
Give me credit
I’ve tried to inscribe my thought-crimes
Into a card
That I thought you’d accept
Except now I can’t American Express it
It’s inexpressible
Uh-waaal, uh-waaa waaa, waaa, waal, uh-waaa waaa, uh-waaa, waaa, waal, wall
A wall, it's a wall, a wall

It’s not in my sock
It’s not in his pocket, ooh
The plumber you plucked
Won’t lend me a bucket, eww

I’m gonna steal your song
I’m gonna steal your vote
I’m gonna steal your goal (duh!)
I wanna steal your soul back

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from THEqueuessette, track released May 1, 2010

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