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Loose lips sink ships, Dennis Hopper
They don't love you anymore
Blood trails, blackmails, leave a light on
And put a key in the back door
Yeah, they're laughing at you
They're not laughing with you
It's another guilt slip, on my Freudian trip
And I think the joke's on me
Bad seeds grow weeds, Crispin Glover
I wish you were on the TV
Girl bruise, sad news on her birthday
Turn the channel and you'll see
That they're laughing at us
They're not laughing with us
And I think the joke's on me
Just another guilt slip, on my Freudian trip
As we choke on the irony
Yeah, they're laughing at us
They're not laughing with us
And goddamn, the joke's on me
Just another drug slip, on my Pagan field trip
Are you saint or celebrity? Oh
Crispin Glover, save us all
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