Текст песни Bona Drag Tape - Ceschi
Getting
old
Balls
growing
longer
Gandalf
gray
ear
hairs
like
Grandfather
This
must
be
the
feeling
of
waking
naked
in
tundra
Fat
bones,
Miss
milk
and
sunny
summers
Not
a
good
look
like
me
two-day
stubble
Hit
the
king
with
left
hooks,
start
a
royal
rumble
Word
to
mother
All
my
ex-girlfriends
are
mothers
Baby
brother's
having
babies
still
worry
my
mother
In
1990
wanted
to
be
Dikembe
Mutombo
Now
I'm
five-ten-something
and
still
can't
dunk
though
Just
grew
up
to
be
like
Big
Pun
eating
Mofongo
Where
my
phone
go?
Where
my
fun
go?
Uh-oh
On
the
internet,
a
right-winger
called
me
cuckold
Forget
about
it
fucko,
rest
for
a
whole
note
This
must
be
the
feeling
of
being
buried
in
rubble
This
must
be
the
feeling
of
fleeing
from
certain
trouble
This
must
be
the
feeling
of
sighing
out
of
relief
Before
they
lock
you
up
or
put
your
ass
to
sleep
Tonight,
I
believe
I
am
the
Mohegan
son
of
God
Blackjack
table
and
my
cock's
rock
hard
Recurring
dreaming
of
being
taken
out
by
cops
Therapist
told
me
I
got
some
PTSD
problems
Dream
punches
never
land,
thrice
broken
arm
Filled
to
the
brim
with
a
titanium
rod
Those
bones
never
really
heal,
they
stay
splintered
Not
a
great
look
like
Connecticut
winters
Pretty
for
a
day,
shitty
for
a
month
Trying
to
make
a
buck
finding
new
ways
to
say,
"I
don't
give
a
fuck"
What?
Youth
flew
by
faster
than
a
pog
craze
Geckos
and
Marine
world
Africa
USA
Long
gone
slap
bracelets,
'88
Foggy
east
bay,
green
dinosaur
cake
Baby,
when
I'm
gone
you
will
miss
my
hairy
face
And
the
way
my
lips
taste
sipping
Old
Colony
grape
Just
promise
that
you'll
love
me
like
my
Bona
Drag
tape
I
will
always
love
you
like
my
Bona
Drag
tape
You
got
me
through
some
long
days
when
money
was
gone,
Bay
Sad
drives
back
from
the
casino
with
negative
pay
Listening
to
Phil
Elverum
every
day
Sometimes
I
feel
as
if
I
need
to
punch
shitty
people
I
have
seen
the
Juggalo
painted
faces
of
evil
I
have
seen
a
crack
cookie
cooking
dirty
needles
I
have
seen
a
glass
stem
hold
a
mini-rose
Through
a
foggy
7-11
window
Behind
the
counter
one
can
hear
The
beautiful
jazzy
warble
of
Rhodes
Hovering
there
over
a
shotgun
fully
loaded
Pretty
sure
this
music
will
not
heal
your
broken
bones
Pretty
sure
this
music
will
not
mend
my
broken
bones
They
ask
me
what
it
sounds
like
in
Europe,
I
don't
know
Ask
me
what
it
sounds
like
at
Christmas,
I
don't
know
Just
promise
that
you'll
love
me
like
that
Bona
Drag
tape
I
will
always
love
you
like
my
Bona
Drag
tape
Promise
that
you'll
love
me
like
my
Bona
Drag
tape
I
will
always
love
you
like
my
Bona
Drag
tape
If
I
French
kiss
this
gun,
feel
the
cold
steel
on
my
tongue
Picture
me
happy
for
once
Remember
me
when
I
am
dead
and
gone
If
I
French
kiss
this
gun,
feel
the
cold
steel
on
my
tongue
Picture
me
happy
for
once
Remember
me
when
I
am
dead
and
gone
Hope
they
feed
my
body
to
a
tree
and
not
a
grave
Hope
they
send
my
ashes
into
deepest
darkest
space
With
the
monkey
from
the
cover
of
the
Doolittle
case
Hope
they
make
me
into
something
more
than
more
waste
Hope
they
feed
my
body
to
a
tree
and
not
a
grave
Hope
they
send
my
ashes
into
deepest
darkest
space
With
the
monkey
from
the
cover
of
the
Doolittle
case
Hope
they
make
me
into
something
more
than
more
waste
1 Lost Touch
2 Jobs
3 Sad, Fat Luck
4 The Gospel
5 Daybreak
6 Take It All Back, Pt. 1-4
7 Say No More
8 Electrocardiographs
9 Middle Earth
10 Sans Soleil
11 Downtown
12 Bona Drag Tape
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