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• Artiste: Jack Van Cleaf
• Titre: Smoker
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Everyone’s a tattooed teenage kid Hanging ‘round a grocery parking lot Nothing better to do on a weekday Looks like concrete camouflage I am always a first grade freak Backseat SUV window Looking out on the asphalt street Scared to death, a fresh haircut And I never thought I would be a smoker Guess that I forgot, guess I’m getting older “Mommy, what’s he got dangling from his ears?” You’ve got nothing to fear, give it a couple of years Time is a Tuesday afternoon Living room rug covered in toys Live in the plastic submarine A world made of grass, a quiet little boy Bet he never thought he would be a smoker Guess that he forgot, guess he’s getting older “Mommy, what’s he got dangling from his ears?” You’ve got nothing to fear, give it a couple of years I never thought I would be a smoker Guess that I forgot, guess I’m getting older “Mommy, what’s he got dangling from his ears?” You’ve got nothing to fear, give it a couple of years I’m at the tippy-top of the roller coaster Fuck, it’s gonna drop, guess we’re getting closer “Mommy, what’s he got dangling from his ears?” You’ve got nothing to fear, give it a couple of years Give it a couple of years Give it a couple of years