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The Globs
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Over My Head
(feat. John Powhida)
*This is a cautionary tale about a friend of mine
Who woke up one morning to a real bad time
Had some trouble with his pants, or so he said
But the real shit started when he went back to bed*
*(repeat verse)*
I woke up this morning, tried to put on some pants
But pulled them right up over my head
I said fuck these pants and took them off again
And then I went right back to bed, to bed
Ah-oh...
I fell asleep and had a terrible dream
It was a crazy bloody fucked up scene
From the Good Book about the end of days
Listen to those awful trumpets play!
And then a beast with seven horns came out of the sea
And he fixed his evil eyes on me
And I said AHH!, and I ran
Diddle-little-little-little-little-little-ly
So I ran faster but he caught up with me
And I knew he was my master 'cause I could see that
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
And then the moon turned to blood and locusts filled the sky
Just like these creepy visions filling my head
And I woke up screaming and began to cry
And then I fell right out of bed and hit my head
Ow...
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*He put his pants on again and this time he did it right
Reached into his pocket and what did he find?*
It was a handful of percs for my aching head
Goddamn, I said, I'm never going back to bed
Stupid falsetto
Never, ever
I'm never going back to bed
Never, ever
So, I washed it all down with a swig of cheap wine
And I called up my shorties 'cause it's party time
I got a forty in one hand and a forty in the other
And now I'm drinkin' forties out of both hands, motha
I woke up this morning, tried to put on my pants
I guess you already heard that line
But now the house is rocking and I'm getting tight
And generally having a good time
I woke up this morning, tried to put on some pants
But pulled them right up over my head
I said fuck these pants and took them off again
And then I went right back to bed, to bed
Ah-oh...
I got a forty in one hand and a shorty in the other
I think I'm gonna need a couple more hands, brotha
*Oh Jesus, you know, maybe if you hadn't driven to New Hampshire
On Memorial Day, for beer, you wouldn't have put your pants on your head*
*What's the big deal, brotha?
And then you left all the bacon out
Bacon doesn't keep forever
It was my bacon to leave out*
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