Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a damn

For every living day I give myself a hand

Now I'm scroungy as can be

I got all you normals looking at me

I'll scratch a hole in my life

So everyone can see ...

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My mind is a mind that I have come to know

And my eyes can't conceive a world that can not grow

And Fridays are always fresh days .

Screamin' at the sun, don't really

Know what he has done

He don't believe in God and a world as one

So he rambles through the weeds

Saying he will sleep beneath the trees ♫♪♩♪♫♪♩♪