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Quarter slot the picture's hot
You can be so damn ugly
Flickering and sinking in the show, oh
Sexual, intellectual
Feel so raw, makes me crazy
Pocket full of quarters left to go
I said I'm fine, work the line
Punch the clock, it never meant that much
Wake up, wake up, it's here again
Whiskey shot, drink it up
One more bottle just to wash the god away, away
Into everything, into everything
Into everything, into everything
My wife's alone, the kids at home
She can be so damn ugly
Faces blurred without a word to say, hey
Spray the dream with gasoline
Just one match, be so easy
Splatterings of you along the way
I said I'm fine, work the line
Punch the clock, it never meant that much
Wake up, wake up, it's here again
On a whim, start the car
Heard the shot ring out, it seemed so far away, away
Into everything, into everything
Into everything, into everything
Into everything, into everything
Into everything, into everything
Into everything, into everything
Into everything, into everything
Into everything, into everything
Into everything, into everything
Into everything, into everything
Into everything, into everything
Into everything, into everything
Quarter slot the picture's hot
You can be so damn ugly
Flickering and sinking in the show, oh
Sexual, intellectual
Feel so raw, makes me crazy
Pocket full of quarters left to go, to go, to go now



Авторы: Jeffrey Howard Pearce, Mark Makowy, David Usher, Paul Wilcox, Kevin Thompson Young


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