Garbage Day

Rare Americans

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    Do unto others, his mama taught
    Till she got shot in a parking lot
    By a mad mad man, with a bad bad plan
    Coming off duty, Afghanistan

    Easily bought, own weapon of war
    Like a pack of darts, local corner store
    My daughter and son both asking for guns
    Protection daddy! The other grade 1's

    He sleeps easy, despite the blood on his hands
    He's a yellow bellied coward with his head in the sand
    His money is made, little too little I'm afraid
    This man here only gives to be paid

    Bang Bang!
    Bang Bang!
    Smile like you just got paid
    Laugh like you just got laid

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    Wouldn't have it any other way
    I'm a dog on garbage day
    Garbage day
    Garbage day

    The coward with the crowned head
    Balderdash's all damn day, like the truth is dead
    He don't lie in his mind, he don't serve the tribe
    He ain't the fella you wanna go to if you in a bind

    He's a tanned talking mop, motor mouth won't stop
    Gifted, he was driven, he was born to cut ribbons
    He's the at bat, plutocrat, the peoples aristocrat
    We bought a cat in a sack and now we can't take it back

    Bang Bang!
    Bang Bang!
    Smile like you just got paid
    Laugh like you just got laid

    Wouldn't have it any other way
    I'm a dog on garbage day
    Garbage day
    Garbage day

    A-woo-oo, a-woo-oo, a-woo-oo, oo-oo
    A-woo-oo, a-woo-oo, a-woo-oo, oo-oo
    Garbage day
    Garbage day

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