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Rasputina - Trenchmouth lyrics
Yeah, he was a big landowner He was a bad mouth breather But you can see his station wagon stand alone Woulda, coulda, we shoulda known He was a failed cropduster I am his little sister He was a whistleblower for the f.d.a. Maybe was them sent him away He was a football player He didn't have alot to say That guy's a lousy actor He was a hard-core cracker He wore a trenchcoat, and waved a dixie flag But he's my brother so I brag Don't be no dark naysayer So they all said he was a fag He had a really big trenchmouth When we were living way down south He had a really big trenchmouth It's on the edge of nowhere No way for them to go there I know I'm not much help But here is where I'll stay I'm hoping they'll find him someday I should put up some flyers Can you think of another way? He had a really big trenchmouth When we were living way down south Then he up and disappeared He just left his car up here He had a really big trenchmouth When we were living way down south He had a really big trenchmouth Nobody seems to know why he Would disappear just leaving me here On a dirty hill for all time Me and the pinetree I satnd behind He had a really big trenchmouth When we were living way down south He had a really big trenchmouth |
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