On With The Show by Lawrence Arms
What did you scream into your telephone?
I'm a shit stain slave with a grind of my own. I work day and night, less respect than a Juggalo. I'm frying on the outside and frozen in the center. I'm telling you to watch out for my temper. 'cause you won't like me when I'm angry. You'll see banners everywhere. The street where I'm from in the town where I live is now barely even there.
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