Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Pourquoi est-ce que tu fumes?

Sometimes I think I'm the devil,
Sometimes I think I'm christ,
Sometimes I believe the left,
Sometimes I feel right.

Sometimes it's good to be bad,
Sometimes it's nice to clean up,
Sometimes Mom leaves and I perk up
At the idea of smoking.
Sometimes I refrain

Sometimes I feel so full of shit
The government should have me shot.
Sometimes everything makes sense.
Sometimes I am at war,
Sometimes life is a bore.

Sometimes I like Kanye,
And sometimes I like Cream,
Sometimes I like cigarettes,
Sometimes I like Weeds.

Sometimes I love you honey,
But sometimes I want to be free.

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