green corn

sometimes i think of all the places i don't want to go

then i think of all the things i never wanna go

think about all the people i never want to meet

i close my eyes and i go to sleep

tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars

i'm the prince of poverty just hanging out in bars

you're life's a mercedes, a mansion with a pool

my life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel

your obviousness disgusts me, i see through your macho lies

i'll fight everything you stand for

there's something in your purse, baby, my head is getting sore

maybe all we had was just green corn

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