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COFFIN CONGA

You'll have it made in the shade, and not afraid of the blade
If you'd obeyed the grade like me
The grim reaper is blowin' up my beeper as I'm being pulled out to sea
But I don't really a have a pager, my accord is never major
And you'll have already made your plans
For when that major chord is sounded 'round the circuit found ungrounded
I'll just smolder for the suckers in the stands

Maybe I've just got a cold in my heart - but that's not a phrase I would use
I'm hangin' loose in a noose, 'cause when I play the game, I lose

I've said it better before - "sovrabbondanza amore"
And money's not just a store or a tree
I got syndrome, so welcome to the Sarah-dome and vitamins that rhyme with me
Because my ear will never fear 'cause I can hear a tear appear
And I can hear all the kids in Japan
I hear 'em callin' my name, I lose when I play the game
And I'll just smolder for the suckers in the stands

I'm getting ready to jump right into a coffin
My brain is saying, "OK, it's time to die!"
It's not a desperate plea for help, it's just a desperate plea for death
So don't twist my arm, 'cause I got my eye on a farm that I'm willing to buy

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from Teenage Mutant Home Recording, released July 1, 2015

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