Man, what time is it? Chico and The Man blah, blah, blah Holy shit! Chico and The Man blah, blah, blah I shouldn't a drank all that shit last night Chico and The Man blah, blah, blah Aw Another day, same couch rib cushions my feet pop tart and milk great 'fridge' got nothing to eat love left me for money she's a ho anyway gonna sip my 12 and get drunk all day I sit and get high, make cocktail dry love is a lie, and I am alive it seems boring, number rolling so I'll just sit here, light a cig upon the stove and crack a beer and watch Chico and The Man I got my pony watchin' Chico and The Man I'm gettin' high watchin' Chico and The Man the time fly watchin' Chico and The Man don't got no job, watchin' Chico and The Man gettin' high watchin' Chico and The Man I got my beer watchin' Chico and The Man the time fly watchin' Chico and The Man don't got no job Wakin' up, bogart I'm might be dope, but I'm not fly might as well die or maybe I'll actually take my lazy, shitty ass and walk outside iller than the neighbor's ignorate, judgemental wife in disgust, naw I think I'll smoke one more cigarette, and watch the Spanish Channel and lust maybe I'll glue my eyes closed, maybe I'll write Shakspearean prose in the nude in search, ending up searching for strange focuses, while swallowing Quaaludes "Hey dude!" "What?" I'm fuckin bored My brain chemicals will allow no joy I'm sick of decoys So I lay under the covers one more beautiful sunny day and watch my stolen cable "Why don't you enjoy life for what it is?" I'm not able and hey, who'd I wake up next to? I don't remember you "but Brooks, I'm your true love from high school...gimme a hug baby" "hey, hey, hey, fuck you" but anyway, back to the numbing sound of quality programming I think I'll drink liquor, curse God and a watch Knots Landing black out the windows 'cause the Sun's screwing up my reception, damn and once again I'm watchin' Chico and The Man I got my beer watchin' Chico and The Man I'm gettin' high watchin' Chico and The Man ain't got no job, watchin' Chico and The Man the time fly watchin' Chico and The Man the time fly watchin' Chico and The Man I got my brew watchin' Chico and The Man I'm gettin' high watchin' Chico and The Man ain't doin' nothin' I lost my job, my car battery dead and I'm pissin' on the seat, can't get a trade to the head how in the hell did it get this bad? gonna wipe my ass with the want-ads and I'm eatin' stale Pop-tarts and bustin' farts done turned unemployment into an art tell the whole world to leave me alone don't knock on my door, don't call my phone I ain't pleasing you but motherfucker I'm grown and I'm lazy as hell but I'm on my own cigarettes, empty bottles and dirty socks underwear with skidmarks and a broken clock my cigs piled high where the roaches roam on a two-week old plate of chicken bones diggin' in my ass and I grab the remote switch on the Magnava and guess what's on? What's that? Chico and The Man I got my pony, watchin' Chico and The Man I'm gettin' high, watchin' Chico and The Man got a Pop-tart, eatin', watchin' Chico and The Man ain't doin' nothin', watchin' Chico and The Man ain't got no job, watchin' Chico and The Man I need a life, watchin' Chico and The Man can't get no pussy, watchin' Chico and The Man what's happenin' to me, watchin' Chico and The Man ain't got no job, watchin' Chico and The Man I need some money, watchin' Chico and The Man I need a woman, watchin' Chico and The Man I'm on my ass, watchin' Chico and The Man this life's a bore, watchin' Chico and The Man I'm all alone, watchin' Chico and The Man countin' the roaches, watchin' Chico and The Man need to get some jobs, watchin' Chico and The Man ain't doin' nothin', watchin' Chico and The Man and you know Chico and The Man blah, blah, blah I don't give a fuck man, you know my mom says I ain't got no responsibilites you know and all You know maybe she was a hippie from the 60's and she just gave me some ill gene you know what I mean? blah, blah, blah Fuck it!
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