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Underneath the bridge |
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The tarp has sprung a leak |
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And the animals I've trapped |
|
Have all become my pets |
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And I'm living off of grass |
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And the drippings from the ceiling |
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But it's ok to eat fish |
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Cause they haven't any feelings |
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Something in the way |
|
Ummmmm |
|
Something in the way, yea |
|
Ummmmm |
|
Something in the way |
|
Ummmmm |
|
Something in the way, yea |
|
Ummmmm |
|
Something in the way |
|
Ummmmm |
|
Something in the way, yea |
|
Ummmmm |
|
Underneath the bridge |
|
The tarp has sprung a leak |
|
And the animals I've trapped |
|
Have all become my pets |
|
And I'm living off of grass |
|
And the drippings from the ceiling |
|
But it's ok to eat fish |
|
Cause they haven't any feelings |
|
Something in the way |
|
Ummmmm |
|
Something in the way, yea |
|
Ummmmm |
|
Something in the way |
|
Ummmmm |
|
Something in the way, yea |
|
Ummmmm |
|
Something in the way |
|
Ummmmm |
|
Something in the way, yea |
|
Ummmmm |
|
Something in the way |
|
Ummmmm |
|
Something in the way, yea |
|
Ummmmm |
