As I lay looking through the past
And I put my feet in glass
They are indestructible
Don’t let the wound heal too fast
As I pick up all the pieces
All the books with all the diseases
And I’m looking at the one I’ll get
From one of my nieces
Don’t hate me now
Wait til the test comes back
I won’t leave town til
The doctors remove the crack from her crack
As I lay sitting my legs spread
I get a funny little idea in my head
I put them together and sing a limerick
That ends with my body being dead
As I sit reading my Miranda Rights
I spy a little guy with big pink tights
I say I want a little hootchie koochie
But all he wants to do is pick a fight
Don’t hate me now
Wait til the verdicts in
I won’t live until…
I am not guilty
I am not guilty
I am not guilty
And my sin is in
Don’t hate me now
Wait til the judgment’s done
I won’t be back til…
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