The Lawrence Arms – The Ymca Down The Street From The Clinic (Guitar)

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the world’s biggest dick

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You can smell the rats

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are dying As the ship

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beneath the poor are

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embraces and tears

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Up against the bars

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staring down their years

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You told me to kiss you

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because we were at the end

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And I said I wouldn’t miss

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you because baby, I’d be

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dead And that’s the only way

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it seems that I could get

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away Otherwise I’m nothing

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without you babe oh

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I got a bad sick stink

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and I’m bathing in the

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sink At the YMCA down the

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street from the clinic

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And there’s a sad old man

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with a sad saggy ass

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Just crying under the

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electric dryer for your hands

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And he’s wet, and he’s dying

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and the spiders on his nose

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Seem to indicate that he’s been

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keeping warm out in the cold

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And he’s a lot like me I guess 

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but we’re somehow not the same

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They say you really die the last

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time anybody says your name

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This sweet and sticky dream

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was nothing that I needed

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Just demons to believe and

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poisons lined up to feed them

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And the rings inside this

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tree are rotten deeper down

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Goddamn this fucking town

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It’s restless and I’m drowning

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I got these black rotten teeth

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Cracking off in bloody beef

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And I haven’t seen the dentist

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in at least six thousand weeks

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And I’m high on this TV and

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these whiskeys and these dreams

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That I wouldn’t dare to follow

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because I couldn’t dare succeed

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So I write down shitty words

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So I sit in titty bars

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So I text and tweet and look

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at nudes and beat off in the

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dark Back when I was just a boy

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These were okay ways to go

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But baby I got old And

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somewhere I ditched my soul Oh

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This sweet and sticky dream

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was nothing that I needed

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Just demons to believe and

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poisons lined up to feed them

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And the rings inside this

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tree are rotten deeper down

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Goddamn this fucking town

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It’s restless and I’m drowning

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     We are the lonely seeds

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     Adrift on burning seas

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     Just pour the goddamn

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round     And let’s let

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these fuckers drown