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Keeping away my blues But when he's gone Me and them lonesome blues collide The bed's too big The frying pan's too wide Then he comes home And he
Keeping away my blues But when he's gone Me and them lonesome blues collide The bed's too big The frying pan's too wide Then he comes home And he
within you I don't want no one night stand Jump into the fire from the frying pan King Kong had a perfect plan Got to get a woman I've had a barbie
Chirpy little chickadee told me that my baby was true Well, she really ran to get her frying pan When she saw me coming Gonna get a taste before it
Been the disconnected frying Hit the vein and struck a nerve Seeing through a self that's blinding Nowhere to buy in Most of us hiding Others are
Chirpy little chickadee told me that my baby was true Well, she really ran to get her frying pan When she saw me coming Gonna get a taste before it
we'd stay in there No questions asked and for all the broken people of this candy land And frying pans in tuned with you, in tuned with you Hollow
me Ayyyy Let it breathe Let it Let it breathe Let it I can’t lie I’ve been high everyday it seem No use in trying I’ve been frying and it helps me
You know I didn’t mean to hurt you like this, Mean to burn you like this, Burn you like a frying pan I did not try to have you cryin’ Rather see you
government lies are frying my brain Social destruction corrupts the mind Plug me in and they tell me The world is The world is The world is Fucked
My mood's a bad vibe wrecker I call my label frying pan records I got that kitchen swagger I got that kitchen swagger That
Why do I listen to these people who are lying? Just sitting on this planet that is frying How come we spend our living by dying? I hate people who hate
on a frying pan Chase ET all the way to Orion Ain't nothing that I wouldn't do for my boy I'd jump in front a 4-wheel drive But daddy can't stop a breakin'
cook it up like a frying pan Wonder whos gunna fly the fam to japan Got the whole crew in the van Got the arizona from the deli I have two pernallies
The Mother just hated all of the boozing whores There'll be Gein wear that's made of embalmed ladies A heart in a frying pan and lips on a string Some scraps
or just the frying pan I'm out here on the street s and I'm doing the best I can It's hard to get a job, when you got no fixed address A tent out in
'Dave', why you acting like Santan But I can, fly away, like Batman In Japan, ramen noodles, with the gang Frying pan, I'm a fucking businessman Make no
All these bitches lying Looking at me crying Crying for my brain that's frying No more pills for me No more drinks or weed Sink back into mortality
Been frying my brain cause I don’t wanna think Too many problems it’s tears when I blink Hating this life like man this shit stink Heart done turned
seen before and she said Come on in and sit on down I'm frying this chicken until It's nice and brown And wait 'till I tell you about the things I found
control, I'm flying… Again! Riding that coaster Again! Travelling spaceward Again! Fucking the angels Again! Frying my brain… again A sick god is calling,
The ones you love will fade out just like the storm So now I'm frying Up every night chasing higher Waiting till the day that I gone It'd be a little faster
a brand new frying pan To hold me back another year again La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la And they told me I would need a brand new friend
folding Wailing in pain need a shoulder You think you're ice but I'm colder Gonna bleed 'til I'm dying Pop a perc so I know my brain so is going be frying
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