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Cry About It

 

I've been shakin' like a flies wings,

Up and down my head is bound to fail,

(Why don't you cry about it!)

Made of stale beer and brine,

My mind wound loose, I say, "This isn't fair."

(Why don't you cry about it!)

Hey starstruck shooter in the box seat.

(Hey starstruck, shoot him in the box seat)

Hey oh, hey oh,

I can't be near you,

Hey oh hey,

I can't be stayed.

Strapped my boots on, ran alone,

With brittle bones I fractured every step,

(Why don't you cry about it!)

Made it by the wedding bells,

The girl I love is there with someone else.

(Why don't you cry about it!)

Right hand man cutter in the congress.

(Right hand man, cut him in the congress)

Hey oh, hey oh,

I can't be near you,

Hey oh hey,

I can't be stayed.

Can't be stayed since I was a small egg,

Inside a serpents throat,

I can't be stayed, not this time,

I'm on my last leg counting signs,

My penance plea has been denied.

And the grassy knoll will decompose.

(Hey, you'll feel it in the morning)

Hey oh, hey oh,

I can't be near you,

Hey oh hey,

I can't be stayed.

(One more time)

Hey oh, hey oh,

I can't be near you,

Hey oh hey,

I can't be stayed.

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