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Tony the tripper and me |
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and the dude who thought he was my hero |
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and the mayor of Nowheresville |
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and the girl with the wandering eye came a wandering by |
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We was all under the date palm tree |
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they left the rolling of one up to me |
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knowing the world might end tomorrow anyway |
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Back at the burnout chalet |
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with some brokedown punks and some zeroes |
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Defending his can of beans |
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Get these weasels away for chrissakes get these snakes off of me |
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I said Tony, take it easy |
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not knowing if he'd cry or punch me |
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screaming the world might end tomorrow anyway |
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I was just another warm dog on the pile |
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Who could've ditched him in another couple miles |
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But there was nowhere else I really needed to be |
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Tony the tripper and me |
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we jumped the fence and split in Bodega |
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Haven't seen him in some time |
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Probably a chance he's in that railroad car in the sky |
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My best friend and worst enemy |
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The last rattle of old Californee |
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Where the world might end tomorrow anyway |
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We was all under the date palm tree |
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they left the rolling of one up to me |
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knowing the world might end tomorrow anyway |