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In a trailer park with hungry dogs In a trailer park with hungry dogs Eat stolen bread Eat stolen bread With stolen credit cards With stolen credit cards With half a brain With half a brain I’d torch this mess I’d torch this mess Have all these things Have all these things So I don’t ask for more So I don’t ask for more Never sure it’s about to happen Never sure it’s about to happen Wait for sweepstakes in the mail Wait for sweepstakes in the mail What you don’t know it will rip you open What you don’t know it will rip you open Feast or famine Feast or famine Feast or famine Feast or famine Took a leave from better sense Took a leave from better sense A hypocrite who bit on every line A hypocrite who bit on every line Have no time for another laugh Have no time for another laugh Bought a car and drove it off a cliff Bought a car and drove it off a cliff Never sure it’s about to happen Never sure it’s about to happen Wait for sweepstakes in the mail Wait for sweepstakes in the mail What you don’t know it will rip you open What you don’t know it will rip you open Feast or famine Feast or famine Feast or famine Feast or famine Get This Ringtone

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