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Quarter slot, the pictures hot
You can be so damn ugly
Flickering is sickening the show
Sexual, intellectual
Feel so raw, makes me crazy
Pocket full of quarters left to go
I said I'm fine, work the line
Punch the clock it never meant that much
Wake up wake up its here again
Whiskey shot drink it up
One more bottle just wash the cut away
Into everything
My wife's alone, the kids at home
She can be so damn ugly
Her face is blurred without a word to say
I spray the dream with gasoline
Just one match be so easy
Splatterings of you along the way
I said I'm find, work the line
Punch the clock it never meant that much
Wake up wake up its here again
On a whim stole the car
heard a shot ring out It seemed so far away
Into everything
Quarter slot, the pictures hot
You can be so damn ugly
Flickering is sickening the show
Sexual, intellectual
Feel so raw, makes me crazy
Pocket full of quarters left to go to go to go now
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