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Jimmie's Chicken Shack - This Is Not Hell lyrics
if this is hell well that's fine with me all of the wonder presumably happily eager to follow the fool that's got into the head of me we don't have any doubt we're out there makin friends unconciosly rolling through meanings from pollings the answers are meaners ometimes than the means to our ends so this is hell what else could it be? bask in the glories of glorified stories of a basketcase who has just broken himself from the weave we are not making sense who really cares just how we feel infantile ramblings of penniless gamblings a fistful of hands swinging clubs at our new baby zeal yeah right you think this is hell would you care to bet capture the beauty of domestic duty our hampers are full and our laundry's perpetually wet think about travelling south find the right something we might have left endless the road wish your past to explode actions remain base but intentions in treble clef yeah right this is not hell this is purgatory caught here in limbo IQ of a dim bulb how many gods does it take to screw in the likes of me? you'd think one day that I might learn stare in a light and you cannot see I've opened the doors of perception and can't get them shut now I feel fucked for free everyday yeah I feel fucked for free yeah we're all fucked I left my brain inside of my other head you don't impress me don't depress me don't suppress me just get undressed I left my brain inside me other head the teachers test me my father blessed me the pigs arrest me I get upset I left my brain inside of my other head you don't impress me don't depress me don't suppress me just undress me the teachers test me my father blessed me the pigs arrest me I get upset boo hoo |
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