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Yeah, i hope your life is real bad since you moved up north. You saved up all your money when you stopped driving back and forth. And now i hope your life's a mess and that you hate your job. I hope the weather's cold as hell and all your friends are snobs. You see i still drive by your old house, i'll even stop and check your mail. Occasionally i'll pull the weeds and tell people it's not for sale. And i'll climb up on the roof and sleep there for days. One time the police shot me down, but i was okay. Now don't flatter yourself, i'm just about over you. I occupy my time with other things. I let my work consume me. See i got something that keeps me real busy, and i'll tell you what it is: I box up live racoons and ship them to countries Songtextewhere they don't live. *Break down, haa'adco'e* And don't you try to get away from me. I'm as normal as they get. If you think that bleeding pig heart i mailed you was weird, you ain't seen nothing yet. That Spanish-English dictionary will only get you so far once you cross the border in your Korean car. Yeah you'll be dancin' round sombraros and eatin' lots of chips. And some sexy latin lover will have you by the hips. Yeah don't flatter yourself. I'm just about over you. I occupy my time with other things. I let my work consume me. See i got something that keeps me real busy now, and i'll tell you what it is: I box up live racoons and ship them to countries where they don't live. Aus Songtexte Mania