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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeOut Of The Red
I ain't go no outfits to pick and chooseSo I really ain't got that much to losePicture's getting fuzzy and it's stuck on channel 3And the whole thing looks pretty silly to me50,000 more and I'm out of the redHeavy Metal thrash band, it's all a bunch of shitPeople trying to name me while I'm trying to do my bitI ain't got the patience or the time to wasteCall me a rock star you can spit in my faceGonna take a horse to drag me outta my bedI'd rather hang with drunks than hang out with myselfWell, the booze is over there take a glass off the shelfIf you ain't had enough by tomorrow at noonwe're gonna place a call to the boneyard crewWent to sleep at home and woke up in a shed
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