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I had my bags all packed Left this coat up on the rack Then snagged a thread on the way to leave Recalled how it used to look on me So once more I'm rolling up its sleeves But I keep coming up short Like napoleon at war And though I'm still a little sore Like a boxer from the floor I keep coming back for more The road ahead brings a worn smile When I look back at the last mile Break my bones, cut my feet Shake the ground til I quease Bring on blisters, bugs, disease There will be no more wasting time for me Now that's not to say I'm living perfectly I've traded boozing for a tooth that's more than sweet But if I'm glutting my stomach uncomfortably I guess I'd rather keep my liver fight gum disease And if the teeth have to go then the teeth will have to go Cos if I'm dust then life's a good stiff breeze SongtexteAnd like the rings around a tree show It takes time for one to grow And even as you branch out Your roots will trip you as you go Like the aforementioned tooth decay There are things I should tend to yesterday Collecting dust is easy Marching on gets hard Aus Songtexte Mania