Lyrics

What's the use in getting clean if you won't replace what you stole from me? I'm not mad no more, I just miss my stereo You never apologized to your ex-common-law wife You just whined a lot about the day she took the dogs All the biker related threats and emails I pretended not to get Sometimes I wonder how you're not already dead Remember back in the trailer park, washing the car after dark Scraping the Bithlo mud off the bumper on the front porch I was smuggling army men in my teenage jeans half unbuttoned And you said, "I guess, I guess it runs in the family" All the violent related threats and emails I pretended not to get Sometimes I wonder how you're not already dead Turn your CB on You might hear this song Check out the short wave Cause I've been on all day-ay-ay-ay! The guidance counselor said "You know, I think it's time for you to go Clean your locker out and vacate the premises" So I was on a plane that night with a beat up Walkman by my side And it doesn't feel like I've slept right since All the investigated thefts of all the things that you were lent Sometimes I wonder how you're not already dead I've heard some people will take your head if they see you in their neighborhood again Sometimes I wonder how you're not already dead Turn your CB on You might hear this song Check out the short wave Cause I've been on all day-ay-ay-ay!
Writer(s): Tyler Wise Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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