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Wanna put some money on it?
A thousand dollars sounds fine
I like the game to mean something
And win it, and win it, and win it
I never talk business
Before the back nine
How are the wife and kids?
Just fine, just fine, just fine, just fine?
Gonna bend you over stuff your face in the grass
I never lose a game and I never lose cash
It's a pleasure doing business when the pleasure's all mine
I'm never over par with a deal on the line
Your supplier's a piece of shit
Fucking me at fifty-five
Yeah I know he's a cousin of yours
He's family, he's family, he's family
You been working on your putt?
Yeah, I can tell
So you gonna sell or what?
We want it, we want it, we want it
Cha-ching!
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Sweat Lodge
01:16
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It must be like a thousand degrees
Sweat pools beneath my back, between my knees
If I could open the window there might be a breeze
If I could move at all I'd tear myself free
I can't stand it it’s so hot in here it’s like a sweat lodge, baby
I can't stand it it’s so hot in here it’s like a sweat lodge
No one visits me anymore
Only nurses coming through that door
The man on TV says there's snow outside this room
Two months trapped in my plaster tomb
I won’t fix, my bones won’t repair
My skin is crawling and I can’t feel the air can’t feel the air
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I Love My Job
01:18
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All day
All night
Cold calls
All right
I work
From home
Use my
Own phone
You can't have it all
At least that's what they say
They're all liars, they're all liars, look at me today!
Don't rent
I own
My lawn
Gets mowed
People work
For me
They make
Me free
I love my job
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You kids like fireworks?
You want some porn or some cheap smokes?
I don’t check ID
After youth group or behind the high school
Just look for the van with the logo of the Holy Redeemer
Church van contraband got what you need
Church van contraband nothing is free
I don’t believe in Jesus Christ
But he helps me every day
Cuz when the pigs see “Church Van”
You know they look the other way the other way every time
Church van contraband got what you need
Church van contraband nothing is free nothing is free nothing is free nothing is free no
My mom thinks I’m a youth pastor
My friends think that I’m a bastard
My dad thinks I love my job
My girl thinks that I’m a slob
The pigs think I’m a good citizen
The priest thinks I’m a good Christian
The kids know that I’m the man
I’ll sell you anything out of the back of my van
Church van contraband
Nothing is free
No! Nothing
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That’s My Little Guy
00:58
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Everything we do, we do for God
Gabe's a member of our family
His favorite color's blue
And the angels love him just as much as we do
We keep him in a jar on the mantle
And celebrate every birthday
The kids think of him as a brother
He's not a fetus, not a fetus, he's a real boy
I love him so much
I love him so much
I love him so much
That's my little guy
The lord giveth and He taketh away
But Gabe He took too soon
I know He just wanted him close to His bosom
And I love ‘em both, I love ‘em both, I love ‘em both, I love ‘em both
If I could have one miracle
If I could have just one prayer answered
If I could have him back for just, for just, for just one hour
He's hanging out in heaven with Jesus now
I keep a photo of him in my wallet
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Vulture Shit Brooklyn, New York
Brooklyn band. Often loud.
Vox: Randy Vandal
Drums: Mike D.
Bass: Mike B.
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