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I Can't Let Ryan Win
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Ryan said he was recording songs
He asked if I wanted to do a split
I declined at first
But I quickly changed me mind
Because I can't let Ryan win
If Ryan had an accident
Yeah and he lost an eye
I'd have to blind myself
Yeah, I'd use quicklime
Because I can't let Ryan win
Ryan has numerous tattoos
And I have unblemished skin
Only my body remains a temple
When Ryan's in hell, I'll be in heaven
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Everybody knows the devil went down to Georgia
There's misconception about what he was doing there
Charlies Daniels grew up in North Carolina
The devil specifically went down to Savannah
There he found a professor at the Savannah College of Art & Design
After a fairly long detour into Norris Hall
He said "Dr Maxson, I have news you might not like,
Damnation is the purpose of this communication"
This fate you cannot escape
But at least you won't become a SCAD
Staff suicide statistic
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Some of my friends like to argue
About the state of Maryland
Over it's classification
As a northern or southern state
And I don't wanna take
Something outta context
But all I'm saying is
The devil didn't go down to Maryland
When Stan stands before Saint Peter
And judgment is passed down, Saint Peter will say
"Thou shalt have no false idols,
Unless they're named Testudo
Thou shalt not covet,
Anything but early 2000's Terrapin basketball"
And the pearly gates will open
Stan Maxson achieves salvation
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Coco asked me
What I thought of panpsychism
And I said it sounded like shit
Girls that practice reiki believe in
But it really stuck in my head
When I went to air up my car tire
Because I thought, what if a nail
Is what caused the tire to leak
I don’t know
Just what to think
So I imagined airing up my tire
And the air pressure launches the nail
From the tire and into my head
Entering about an inch above my eye
And I collapse in the Valero parking lot
No one notices for several minutes
And the police and paramedics arrive
And I’ve been dead since the instant
The nail entered into my brain
And someone ask if I felt any pain
And the cop or the paramedic says
It was so fast he didn’t feel a thing
It was so fast I didn’t have time to dream
And then the cop says a quote
“It wasn’t a dream, it was a flood”
And I know that I’m okay
Because only in my imagination
When I’m worried about a nail in my tire
Does a cop referencing my death
Quote Frank Stanford’s tombstone
I don’t know
Just what too think
Should I worry
If the inanimate
Despise me
As much as the living
It doesn’t seem fair
To me
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Maybe I’ll die on the way to work tomorrow
Driving through the early morning snow and fog
Maybe I’ll die in a fire in my sleep
Because I rent a house without smoke detectors
Or maybe I’ll live to see 100
And I’ll die in a simple fall
Either way it just doesn’t’t matter
We all die alone
And I know what you’re probably thinking
What if I died in a plane crash or ferry sinking
But I’ll never understand how some people think strangers
Could do anything to dampen the terror
But this is nothing but conjecture
We will all soon die of climate change disaster
Either way it just doesn’t mater
We all die alone
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Dad Weight - Dust Punk
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