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I scored an 'F' on standardized tests I boarded a plane for Los Angeles Mid flight I received your text: Good luck, son, I hope you crash I touched down at LAX I needed a job I needed clean pants Found no lick in finding work But money is why they invited sex I stated at boarding house on Sixth A gray figure emerged from under the bed He held my ear to his chin He spoke in tongues but I could understand You are your own man No greater compliment found You are your own man Only pillar between heaven and ground Aus Songtexte Mania