Misc Originals – Bill Dickson - Ambassador For Destruction (Guitar)

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I’ve got advanced degrees in kicking cans,

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Breaking hearts and washing hands,

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So forgive the mess I left behind,

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It’s a sculpture of my state of mind,

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And bless my soul I really tried,

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But the line went flat and the patient died.

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Jesus came down off the cross,

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He said “Pardon me I think I’m lost,

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What are selfies what is granny porn?

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And who the fuck eats rhino horn?”

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With a fallen spirit and a misty eye,

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We shared a bong and a fifth of rye.

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And I know I’m guilty of this ’n’ that,

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Of lust and talking through my hat,

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Of gluttony and seeing red,

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At having to get out of bed,

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But don’t you tell me that I’m wrong,

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‘Cause I don’t know another song,

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I grew a pair but way too late,

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Now they’re in the hands of fate.

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The earth is flat and getting flatter,

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The folks I love are mad as hatters,

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They always have to spend the rent,

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To fix a part that’s fifty cents,

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And though they plan to cook the beast,

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I’ll bring a sandwich to the feast.

      Dm
And I know I’m guilty of this ’n’ that,

   Am
Of lust and talking through my hat,

Dm
Of gluttony and seeing red,

Am
At having to get out of bed,

Dm
But don’t you tell me that I’m wrong,

Am
‘Cause I don’t know another song,

Dm
I grew a pair but way too late,

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Now they’re in the hands of fate.

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They’re in the hands of fate.