Troubled Hubble

Where Racoons Don't Live

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Yeah, i hope your life is real bad
since you moved up north.
You saved up all your money
when you stopped driving back and forth.
And now i hope your life's a mess
and that you hate your job.
I hope the weather's cold as hell
and all your friends are snobs.

You see i still drive by your old house,
i'll even stop and check your mail.
Occasionally i'll pull the weeds
and tell people it's not for sale.
And i'll climb up on the roof
and sleep there for days.
One time the police shot me down,
but i was okay.

Now don't flatter yourself,
i'm just about over you.
I occupy my time with other things.
I let my work consume me.
See i got something that keeps me real busy,
and i'll tell you what it is:
I box up live racoons
and ship them to countries
where they don't live.

*Break down, haa'adco'e*

And don't you try to get away from me.
I'm as normal as they get.
If you think that bleeding pig heart i mailed you was weird,
you ain't seen nothing yet.

That Spanish-English dictionary
will only get you so far
once you cross the border
in your Korean car.

Yeah you'll be dancin' round sombraros
and eatin' lots of chips.
And some sexy latin lover
will have you by the hips.

Yeah don't flatter yourself.
I'm just about over you.
I occupy my time with other things.
I let my work consume me.
See i got something that keeps me real busy now,
and i'll tell you what it is:

I box up live racoons
and ship them to countries
where they don't live.


Writer/s: Chris Otepka / Troubled Hubble

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