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down) Eventual goal of never turning this ship back around We won't ever make things right So I'll spend my life in silence The windbag's sealed so tight
There is no rodeo in Joliet No great waterhole in Downer's Grove The old windbag blows, the old windbag blows Here the sky and the ground, here
There is no rodeo in Joliet No great waterhole in Downer's Grove The old windbag blows, the old windbag blows Here the sky and the ground, here
Unproven constructs and dreamt-up hot air. What we have, you got a name for it, It’s damn serious, we better believe it! Chorus 1. Doctor Windbag, that’s
I Was A Teenage Hitman I Was A Teenage Thug I Was A Teenage Windbag Attention is my drug I Was A Teenage Hitman I Was A Teenage Crime I Was A Teenage
Fart Toot Brapping Passing the gas Windbag How many times did you fart today? I bet you can't count it on your hands How many times did you fart
holla back, black Brass tax double for windbags Green grass and blue flower Seaweed snacks from Okinawa 4D facts, don't be a weisenheimer
you break agreements Like a windbag and his pipes? Would you make a written contract If a gentleman seems polite? It's the surface that divides us, two
All you windbags Your words, of course they matter They're drops in bigger rivers Guilty of speech Feeling safe in the masses Faceless while you
splendor When they rewrote the scripture to fit their agendas If it ain't broke, it don't need fixing from broken souls From underinflated windbags
Edgy, bully, dreadful Criminal, attention-whore All you show is plastic Much less than fantastic Windbags forced to show off Bold bald guys flexing
I got one in the chamber Eleven in the mag Pray to your god Tell him I been bad you windbag Through cellophane wrap In fact From here you look hell
windbags in my cartridge like an N64 Fill me up like a hot air balloon Inflated with these burnside blues Burnside blues I been huffing and puffing, up
Feeling like a windbag Your eyes are starting to sag Ignoring all the red flags Time will eventually find its foothold You can always plan on pumpkin mold
Thomas Jefferson walks in a bar with Newt Gingrich on his shoulders. Bartender says, "Who's the arrogant windbag?" Jefferson says, "That's Newt
to go hard Wouldn't it make your wildest dreams come true Showing those windbags Money ain't the spring of all your actions done You stagger
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