Rob Sonic - Happyland Disco lyrics

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Cut it out, Let him work
A sleepy little order from a sick chauffeur
Easy on the airbrush and print toner
Let the blood drip out of
Where the windows were
Sent him flowers and of course a vase
Take off the moulding and pour the paste
In the shapes of a halo and sword encased
They don't see the scar tissue
That adorns his face
Torch the place when the job is fin
Steel toe Moccasins
Monster trucks and oxygen in the house
If you asking where The Bronx has been
And it's a certain glow
A wooden leg earned in the service so
Brought to you by viewers
With the nervous nose
That ran away to put the
Ring upon the circus folk
Be a jerk and get beaten up
From years of the heathening and easy love
Pumping gas un an evening tux
I'm on a date in a
Trailer with the pizza cook
Creepy stuff like The Walking Dead
Beam me up Scotty better call the vet
I let the dogs out in the hall and went
To get them
But there's nothing left but paws and heads
Hear ye self committed
Ghost bunk jump with your Elvis image
Planes, trains, cars in a swell position
Cause you're a customer to me and
My name is Del Griffith
Button with a curtain hook
One time only and first afoot
The bill on the block full of furnace soot
See if you teach a man to
Fish he better learn to cook

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Like god is your name on a W-2
A lime with a thorn on the tongue of his shoe
A minor with a match and a month in his room
And a hundred dollar bet
That he's hustling you
What to do with an hour to dawn
Time card punch with a couch and a yawn
Girl sick spit when she mouthing your moth
Looking at my Gucci is bound to get pawned
On and on to the epicenter
Of this year's number one weapon vendor
Park in the rose with his engine tempered
With bars in his throat like a Pez dispenser
And all my colleague's grip
Coat hang slang with the Poligrip
Billy milk cotton while his Collie sit's
Begging for a part and got Dolly's tit's
Now when the ship's in shape
Doughnuts gone and the kicks displayed
Shadowbox and the diction crave
I'm on a Land Yacht
Listening to "Wind Parade"
How much longer 'till the cops can news you
Climbed in the Starbucks talking stupid
One large pot with your stock computer
Cause you hot for the teacher
But she hot for tutor

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