8 acessos
Never had no money
My problems screamed at me
Couldn't take another hangover
Couldn't touch another drink
I was sick of pissing
And shitting kerosene
So i looked outta my window
And my backyard stared at me
Now i'm so happy growing my tea
So happy happy growing my tea
The cops have never shown up
So i keep flying my kites
I wonder can they see the stuff
From the godamn sattelites?
And everynight and day
Everything becomes ok
I listen to my favorite songs
And i go see the ramones!
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My problems didn't go away
But at least i have a fucking break
Now when all the shit hits my face
Just wipe it off and laugh
I know it's insane... growing my tea
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