Every Day, Well It's The Same


That Bong That's On The Table Starts To Call My Name


I Take A Hit And Zone Out Again


I'll Be Paranoid And Hungry By A Quarter To Ten


Watching Reruns On My TV


I'm Laughing Off My Ass At Three's Company


I Don't Now If I'm Understood


But Hearing Jimmy Buffett Never Sounded So Good


Your Memory's Gone And So Is Your Life (your Life)


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But Losing Out Just Never Felt So Right


Your Enemy's You And So Is Your Life (your Life)


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But Losing Out Might Feel Okay All Night


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I'm Driving Down To The Barrio


Going 15 Miles An Hour Cause I'm Already Stoned


Give The Guy A Twenty And Wait In The Car


He Tosses Me A Baggie Then He Runs Real Far


I Take A Hit But It Smells Like A Clove


Oh F**k I Got A Baggie Of Oregano


This Ritual Is Destroying Me


But I Guess It Could Be Worse


It Could Be Methedrine


Your Memory's Gone And So Is Your Life (your Life)


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But Losing Out Just Never Felt So Right


Your Enemy's You And Your Couch Is Your Life (your Life)


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But Losing Out Might Take


Losing Out Might Take You All Night


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Losing Out Might Feel Okay All Night


Yeah Losing Out Might Feel Okay All Life