Turbonegro - Mobile Home lyrics

[Turbonegro - Mobile Home lyrics]

I think I'm an all-around Norwegian
On my eighteenth birthday
My daddy gave me a gun
And I am what you'd call a real good sport
And I was born and raised in a trailer court

Mobile Home filled with foam
Polyester catacomb mobile Home
My neighborhood's got the distinction
Of being all the same
There are rows and rows
Of divorcees in a metal frame
My life goes on it's my last resort
And I'm gonna die in a trailer court

Mobile Home filled with foam
Polyester catacomb mobile Home

OH, NO

Mobile Home filled with foam


Polyester catacomb mobile Home

Now do you see just a little bit of a paradox
Your living or dead your stuck in a box
Your life goes on it's your last resort
On a dead end road in a trailer court
Mobile Home filled with foam
Polyester catacomb mobile Home

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