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  • Got a caveman banging on my back door
    Got a hang man hanging on my front lawn
    Got an old maid wasting away in the living room
    Kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons
    Got a paper full of yellow journalism
    A restaurant waiter selling me words of wisdom
    The small town crier is chilling with the village idiots
    The big city slickers are still busy building pyramids
    Got a diploma but no wall to hang it
    Tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous
    A job description that don't fit the bill
    A fatal femme fatale dressed to kill
    Get me out of this, lie detector test
    My pupils inhale and exhale
    My breath is a microphone check, 1, 2, what is this?
    In a world where the girl's got retro tattoos
    And all I've got is a gut and
    Velcro black shoes
    And elbows that move in a way that make space
    I'm looking at you(Stay awake, stay awake)
    Natural face affected by the chemical leaks
    Grammatical mistakes in every sentence
    I speakIt doesn't matter,
    I make enough sense to seem deep
    Now, look at me(Go to sleep, go to sleep)
    Got a flea circus,
    I'm trying to take it to the road
    Got a nervous tick, they think
    I'm faking it though
    Got some cat in a back alley scratching up my records
    Some big wigs with fat bellies asking for seconds
    Got a fly girl with a landing strip begging for hot wax
    A lonely upper lip and it's begging for a mustache
    A prison system that listens to the parables of
    Johnny Cash
    A wannabe war hero who only travels in body bags
    I've got a poor man's version of a rich man
    I've got a small van swerving through a big land
    I've got a road map that's looking a lot like a
    Math testA blocked phone number and a bunk home address
    I've got a way out but
    I ain't trying to use it'
    Cause I've got some ins and
    I'ma bet all my winnings
    If it hurts me more than it hurts you then
    I won't hurt you
    I've got more sense than virtue,
    I've got a curfew, it's 12 o'clock
    After that
    I'll start trembling if
    I get fed hip hop'
    Cause I'm a
    G to the R
    E M L I NIf
    I wasn't then why would
    I say I am?
    I said get me out of this lie detector test
    My pupils inhale and exhale
    My breath is a microphone, check 1, 2, what is this?
  • Got a caveman banging on my back door
    Got a hang man hanging on my front lawn
    Got an old maid wasting away in the living room
    Kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons
    Got a paper full of yellow journalism
    A restaurant waiter selling me words of wisdom
    The small town crier is chilling with the village idiots
    The big city slickers are still busy building pyramids
    Got a diploma but no wall to hang it
    Tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous
    A job description that don't fit the bill
    A fatal femme fatale dressed to kill
    Get me out of this, lie detector test
    My pupils inhale and exhale
    My breath is a microphone check, 1, 2, what is this?
    In a world where the girl's got retro tattoos
    And all I've got is a gut and
    Velcro black shoes
    And elbows that move in a way that make space
    I'm looking at you(Stay awake, stay awake)
    Natural face affected by the chemical leaks
    Grammatical mistakes in every sentence
    I speakIt doesn't matter,
    I make enough sense to seem deep
    Now, look at me(Go to sleep, go to sleep)
    Got a flea circus,
    I'm trying to take it to the road
    Got a nervous tick, they think
    I'm faking it though
    Got some cat in a back alley scratching up my records
    Some big wigs with fat bellies asking for seconds
    Got a fly girl with a landing strip begging for hot wax
    A lonely upper lip and it's begging for a mustache
    A prison system that listens to the parables of
    Johnny Cash
    A wannabe war hero who only travels in body bags
    I've got a poor man's version of a rich man
    I've got a small van swerving through a big land
    I've got a road map that's looking a lot like a
    Math testA blocked phone number and a bunk home address
    I've got a way out but
    I ain't trying to use it'
    Cause I've got some ins and
    I'ma bet all my winnings
    If it hurts me more than it hurts you then
    I won't hurt you
    I've got more sense than virtue,
    I've got a curfew, it's 12 o'clock
    After that
    I'll start trembling if
    I get fed hip hop'
    Cause I'm a
    G to the R
    E M L I NIf
    I wasn't then why would
    I say I am?
    I said get me out of this lie detector test
    My pupils inhale and exhale
    My breath is a microphone, check 1, 2, what is this?