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Needs Duct Tape
01:23
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The need for stitches means nothing to me
Suck it up, tape it shut, don't you cry over a little cut
A fistful of quarters and a knife to the leg
This ain't no death letter so stop crying the blues
At the end of the day it needs duct tape
Cry for sympathy, I handed you salt
This whole thing was your fault
I drank the milk my teeth were sitting in
I'll get used to the pain that's lingering
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Lazy Daisy that truck stop trick
Could have been a lady if she weren't such a bitch
Sought to leave from the heavens above
For spending time with Beelzebub
A simple life is the trucker's style
They drive and drive, there's no shut-eye
When night fall surrounds, he flashed on his brights
Here comes Daisy, you'd better think twice
Lazy Daisy that truck stop trick
Could have been a lady if she weren't such a bitch
Sought to leave from the heavens above
For spending time with Beelzebub
Lazy Daisy that truck stop trick
Cigarette conversations got him into this mess
He should have left her alone and escaped with the rest
Now he's got a tab running with the Devil himself
She's not checked but he's got hope for her yet
No reason not to pull out the bed
When the lights go out, she'll scream and she'll shout
You can pay for this or you can take her out
Lazy Daisy, you're driving me crazy
Clouding my thoughts and my thinking's all hazy
When I'm counting my dough
She's asking for more
Lazy Daisy, why are you such a whore?
Never thought to trip the alarm when they found her daddy's name inked on her arm
She's a little missy making her rounds
Asking all the boys, 'will you miss me?'
She chased me down and she took my crown
She checked me out and then she turned me in
I never should have gotten that close
Lazy Daisy, quit removing your clothes
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The times may be tough but I'm renting out some trailers in the yard
Give it to me straight, Sam, be more direct
You just want us on your side
I'm cashing in with my golden calf
If you don't like it you can kiss my ass
It's my new start and it ain't my fault
The army destroyed me with a purple heart
Welcome in the black market guru with a beard dripping off his chin
He won't be living tough but he'll be joining in with our parade
There's something strange, a phenomenon
The rats of the city are looking kinda funny
Who would have thought that they could set up shop
I only ever heard that when the rats move in
That they'll break the meniscus, being the last drop
Yeah, they'll break the meniscus by being the last drop
There's something strange, a phenomenon
The rats of the city, they're looking kind of funny
This tailgater is getting bigger and I can't seem to lose him in my mirrors
Is this what it led to, is this what it fed?
The secret is kept until we're dead
But this trumps the constitution that our fathers envisioned
Yes, this is what it led to and this is what it fed
It's my new start and it ain't my fault
The army destroyed me with a purple heart
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