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Rough skins and a tired blender, Mother Nature’s just a big pretender
Dollar signs on the tips of my toes, fingernail from which the dollar grows
I caught it crawling deep inside my skin, black and itchy with a devil’s grin
Somehow it got it’s vicious teeth in me, a pint of whiskey always sets it free
I see it bouncing up against the floor, sometimes a little, yeah, sometimes more
Buried the body back behind the shed, don’t even care to think if he was dead
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A Craptastic Sampler,
released October 1, 2013
Kris Milo - vocals, gutars, pseudo drums, and samples
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