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• Artiste: Billy Bob Thornton
• Titre: Do God Wop
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My bones are starting to show through My eyes are dark and hollow It's all because I'm missing you It's getting hard for me to swallow If magic doesn't really come Why did you say you did If its just a fantasy for some What do I tell the kids Dear God, I come to you in all humbleitude As a representative for the children Yes, they're the ones who aksed me to come to you And talk to you about this particular subject That subject being that little saying you gave us When we were in bible school at Camp Tanaco “Aks, and you shall receive” Now, what we aksed for was “Can you please just tell us what the fuck's goin' on? Does magic really come?” I don't mean to be irreverant, or anything like that I wouldn't dare, would I? But you see I'm standing here at Dub Ballard's Frosty Freeze At the corner of Hwy 67 and Solinberger Street The home of a lovely girl with a poodle haircut named Cindy. To whom I gave one cleat, a football cleat, Because I couldn't afford the fifteen that the doctor's sons could. You see, we're kind of lost out here, God I've got this fucking snow-cone in my hand and its dripping down And we're wondering, since you're kind of a doctor of the universe Could you give us a little cream or something for that Could you just help us out a smidgen? Kinda lookin' for a clue I mean not in the mystery sense, not in the Humphrey Bogart sense But just in the sense that we want to know what to do When we wake up in the morning and our heart is beating Out of our fucking chest And it hurts