The State of Art is still on fire
And it's burning straight to the ground
My head hurts and my body's tired
Who do I go to see now that they’re not around
When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know
I’ve got the noose 'round my neck on a fuckin' rope
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During the day I'm diggin' ditches
But bad moods makes me hard to get to know
I got sturdy receiting Pigeons
Well it makes me smile, take me to San Diego
When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know
I've got the noose round my neck on a fuckin' rope
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When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know
I've got the noose 'round my neck on a fuckin' rope
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