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Wednesday, November 29, 2006Dead Head BluesNo one's in the kitchen, but they got pasta on the stove.No one's in the kitchen, but they got pasta on the stove. I go on sitting and staring at them noodles getting hard and cold. Marijuana in the main room, tobacco on the balcony. Marijuana in the main room, tobacco on the balcony. My friends are stuck in a cycle. They're acting just like me. I used to roll burritos, but the boss man sent me home. I used to roll burritos, but the boss man sent me home. Now I'm smoking all my paychecks and talking on the telephone. So throw my textbooks on the fire. I ain't learning, I'm keepin warm. Throw my textbooks on the fire. I ain't learning, I'm keepin warm. Getting high, watching cartoons: don't mean a soul no harm. Labels: fire
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Burn our copyright laws! I agree. How do I post my comments in blue like everbody else?
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