Every word they sling you hits like your folks have never been kind
And the jewels on your apron could use some calamine
Ugly girls and pit-faced boys all hunch and join in the line
Got the shoe that you lived in
And the towel that you dried in
And there's a drink you can drown in
So choose a blanket to die in
Spill a drink on his front and salsa on the plans for a mall and high rise
'Cause there's only so much of string that patrons can pull and unwind
You're the shoe that they lived in
And you're the towel that they dried in
And there's a drink you can drown in
They got the blanket you'll die in
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