Ex Libras - Sum Numbers | Текст песни

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Brother, don't beat up on father, and mother don't be useless
Sister get your juices flowing for you night shift
I'll sit home and worry (throw up on the TV?) but i am fine - i toke
My head's fine - i toke
My heart's fine - i love
I punch some numbers into a PC for autocratic a***holes (and a diet of migranes, traffic jams and ring-tones)
Preacher get your son here, tell him i need an angel
Could he call me a doctor? i think i just broke
I am fine - just stoned
My gut's fine - i laugh
I am fine - I'm home


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