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I got this no good, deadwoodmotherfucking itchand I am going to hellthey got this small pen, fat pig2 foot by one and it's beginning to smelli got this low brow, white trash smoking my tongue and i'm being kissed like a kidthey got this hi-fi, big soundbleeding my ears and I can't get ridi got the lifei never thoughtthat i'd be born withbut now i'm itchingfor you to scratch melike all the recordsthat your needle has worni got a six pack, big ship no deck kidwho couldn't write when he sunghe took a mic in his hand like a prick on a rope and waited there to be swungthey got this big light white wash spot on his tan and watched it burning his skinand then the hi-fi white trash smoking my eargot his face kicked inSongtextei got the lifei never thoughtthat i'd be born withbut now i'm itchingfor you to scratch melike all the recordsthat your needle has wornwith the screen round my facecovered in light I will never go blindi got this cable satellite nibbling my eyesbut i can't switch off my mindi got this low brow white trash licking my skulland it feels so goodit's got this big pull, half full little buzzthat i've misunderstoodI got the lifeI never thoughtthat I'd be born withbut now I'm itchingfor you to scratch melike all the recordsthat your needle has worn Aus Songtexte Mania