Nontrol

i read no signs i cut no pines
i only walk these crooked lines
ain’t got no watch
ain’t got no clutch
i never sleep but dream to much
i knew this girl from out of town
she rang me up to mow her lawn
her grass was green
but she looked mean
while polishing her floor pristine
i stared at someone else’s sky
i found some cloud to keep me dry
i shook their hands like reverends
i kissed their tarmac just to land
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noone to keep you on hold
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no coat to keep out the cold
each morning when i drive to work
i crash all cars all fenders hurt
each time i try to go by train
i end up getting lost in spain
no g no p no single s
no north no south no east no west
no bed no bread no girl no guy
can put my little sick mind to rest
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noone to keep you on hold
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no coat to keep out the cold
if mom got rich by selling crosses
i’ll get rich i’ll sell my losses
a rock ain’t something you become
unless you’re good at throwing some
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