I’m dreaming of a white Thanksgiving – 11/22/01

When you can’t do enough
and you’ve never done the stuff
then you feel out of breath
and you know you’ve smoked meth
On the early morn of Thanksgiving
I beat the pilgrims cause I’m still living
I stay up all night
and start losing sight
smoking till I feel alright
Talk of religion is bad like a pigeon
who shits under bridges
and doesn’t care who the president is
But when it’s all over, I’ll ride on a clover
disappearing like a Land Rover
There is nothing more to say
about my stay before and after
my Methgiving Day

11/22/01

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