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Seven craps eleven there's no gambling in heaven And it would seem to me to be the sin that there's no Bourbon Jack or Gin Eternity is far to long the

me but I won't fret Disneyland makes them forget Deadbeat-Dad, I'm so Convinced that it's O.K. Deadbeat-Dad, Yeah I forget birthdays Deadbeat-Dad, Your mom

Fish Otter Pops,My Fish Otter Pops Blue Raspberries aren't for me my frozen me My frozen Icee from the sea For something that swam in a lake I'll

Whitetrash America for you and me Whitetrash America is the way we want things to be Whitetrash I'm Whitetrash my future is so dark Whitetrash I'm Whitetrash

I've got balls of steel because I've been through a lot In a Cuban jail cell I was left to rot With that Castro fuck trying to tell me what to think

In the oval office on my knees That's the true land of opportunity You might not ever guess I'm just a brainless hoe As I sign another book on a TV show

Listen Be what you wanna be Do what you wanna do It's your life It's your life, it's your world Well this is Texas alongside Suncycle Dynamite, Yeah

YOU'VE STILL GOT A PLACE IN MY HEART (Leon Payne) « © '50 Acuff-Rose Music, BMI » If the one you'd think is true ever turns his back on

choked you again Then break your fuckin' legs till your bones poke through your skin You beef wit me, I'ma even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat yer