Trot Line Beer Can Lyrics

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My brain is thinking funny and I thought you'd relate,
I've got no money and I smell like shit.
Two cockroaches sit on a table
Gather dust eaves dropping conversation.
Stone cold faces, hard hard times.
I love life but no pain is annoying,
f..ck the skeleton sin my closet,
I'm so tired of their sad sad moans