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By Apocalypse Hoboken, He beats his wife like his dick
He's all American
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Johnny went away for a while
and lost a lot
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Running faster I can't keep up with you
Standing over another
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, I can't remember the last time I said I loved
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, She's static and cold her death trip is getting old
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Yeah well he's watching you
Fucked up from sniffing glue
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Pardon me for laughing I didn't know you were standing
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Pardon me while I slit my throat
I got no
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Dean is a punk but he doesn't have a band
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Helen's not a powder puff
Helen just drank too much
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, She does a lot of drugs
But that's ok cuz
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Salami skin and greasy hair a bullish trout he tried
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, She butters through my life
Skinny winking full lip summer
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Congratulations on your new found love
I hope it works out
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, She acts stupid and she doesn't know why
In her
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, You lied
You goddamn son of a bitch
You're taking
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Where you gonna be without your soul
What you gonna
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Hey son don't do what I've done
I want to
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Hey there lonely socks
No more goldie locks
Ruby red
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Still can't breathe as time proceeds
My hair recedes my
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Must have been a car crash that opened up your
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Look at you like a monkey wrench
I wanna mess
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, I think I drank enough
I think I smoked enough
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Sometimes I feel ok
Sometimes I feel gay
Sometimes I
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Open up that smile darling and gush all over me
Tripping
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Open up the airwaves cuz everyone wants to hear you
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, You're getting old, your gums are bleeding
You're feeling down,
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Feel the simple message as it pummels through you station
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Try to stop thinkin'
Bout the things that get me
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By Apocalypse Hoboken, Ray it doesn't matter anyway speaking in a menthol way