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Heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpening knives through chicken mcnuggets
Heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpening knives through chicken mcnuggets
Shut the f___ up
Shut the f___ up
Right, right
Learn to buck up
Shut the f___ up
Now now
Learn to buck up
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder
While heavyy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels
Shut the f___ up
Shut the f___ up
Right, right
Learn to buck up
Shut the f___ up
Now now
Learn to buck up
Now simple feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets
Now clever feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets
Shut the f___ up
All right
Ok
I don't wanna,
I don't wanna hear it
That's right
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
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comments about this poem (Nugget (edit) by
Cake
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Melissa Pelletier
(4/23/2009 7:01:00 AM)
This song reminds me of nursing school, carload of fellow students had it on after a particularly rough clinical rotation, put us in a way better state of mind.
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