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an overcoat and a complicated life sung by ziVic und herr 04.13.06
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Up at seven, with the sun.
So why pull it down? Get the job done.
Talk on the phone with my new best friend.
Right about eleven, that's an hour after ten.
Then I get in my car and I drive, drive, drive to the auto crusher.
Give it back, all the junk, it's going back to The Mother.
Then I went downtown to pay my taxes.
But I got lost. I had to askes,
"Where she at? She's not out back!"
"Go downstairs." I remember that.
Just dropped off the envelope and got back in my car.
Went to Southside, to get rid of paper, metals, and jars.
Back in the car to the auto store.
Did an A service, took off the snow tires, then I did a little more.
Cause I talked on the phone, checked my e-mail 'til,
" You're ready!" Get out of jail, don't collect $200.
Then I got in my car, and I come back home.
I got a little sack of onions, and a telephone.
Oh my, my, my...
( Hell is the mother that you make it. )
And the V is for victory,
and the E is for eternity,
Why not me?
Why not now?
Lift up the plow.
Wipe the sweat from my brow.
The hour is now.
( Hey ! Overcoat! )
mucho mas JZ muy muy bonita
We keep on rockin', til everybody is dead.
So why pull it down? Get the job done.
Talk on the phone with my new best friend.
Right about eleven, that's an hour after ten.
Then I get in my car and I drive, drive, drive to the auto crusher.
Give it back, all the junk, it's going back to The Mother.
Then I went downtown to pay my taxes.
But I got lost. I had to askes,
"Where she at? She's not out back!"
"Go downstairs." I remember that.
Just dropped off the envelope and got back in my car.
Went to Southside, to get rid of paper, metals, and jars.
Back in the car to the auto store.
Did an A service, took off the snow tires, then I did a little more.
Cause I talked on the phone, checked my e-mail 'til,
" You're ready!" Get out of jail, don't collect $200.
Then I got in my car, and I come back home.
I got a little sack of onions, and a telephone.
Oh my, my, my...
( Hell is the mother that you make it. )
And the V is for victory,
and the E is for eternity,
Why not me?
Why not now?
Lift up the plow.
Wipe the sweat from my brow.
The hour is now.
( Hey ! Overcoat! )
mucho mas JZ muy muy bonita
We keep on rockin', til everybody is dead.
Great work...Keep 'em coming.
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Skean