Lyrics Tough Hang - Candy Butchers
Out
on
the
Interstate,
there's
a
man
rushing
home
to
you
Just
like
I
did
when
I
had
something
to
rush
home
to
Did
you
call
me
over
to
rub
it
in?
Did
you
call
me
over
to
dig
you
out?
I
can't
take
it
when
he
talks
shit
Knowing
he
makes
love
to
you
with
that
mouth
It's
a
tough
hang
He
thinks
he
has
me
pigeonholed
with
my
mall
clothes
and
cologne
Yeah,
well,
I'm
not
the
most
original,
but
at
least
I
have
a
mind
of
my
own
He's
in
the
same
suit,
different
hanger
He's
in
the
same
frame,
different
face
He
is
not
my
doppelgänger
'Cause
I
can't
be
replaced
It's
a
tough
hang
Next
time
tell
him
not
to
dance,
and
I'll
promise
not
to
laugh
He
can't
hold
his
booze
and
I
can't
hold
your
hand,
we're
both
fading
fast
He's
playing
Thumbelina
with
my
Athena
He's
playing
Little
Piggies,
too
I'd
like
to
stay
here
and
babysit
with
ya
But
there's
nothing
left
for
me
to
prove
It's
a
tough
hang
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