There is something more real in this concrete
than the desperate words you made me eat
I didn't need a new pair of shoes
mistrust to violence often construes
it was the headphone wire of my ipod
that caused me to swim with the scrod
I wish you'd listened to my mp3
not assume I was with the gendarmerie
that's what I get for hanging with bad boys
whose characters are made from strange alloys
they broke a cue stick across my poor pate
please call my wife, I think I'll be late
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