That ol' copter
Well I got a copter waitin' in the yard
My old lady's complaining
It's so hard
To get a break
Here in this puke green trailer a mine
It's so hard
To get a steak
When you're raking in no dough
It was my mistake
To buy the copter
It was a no go.
Now that old copter used to run
It once was so much fun
Until it died
Rain came down and rusted every side
Now the propellers never turn
Turn the key, engine burns and you explode
My old lady gives me a load
It's not my fault the rain poured down
On this innocent little town
And the copter went and broke its little wings
It's so hard
To get a break
In this piss yellow yard of mine
It's so hard
For me to take
So I think I'll sell the copter
Get my dead dog to a doctor
And buy me a big ol juicy steak.
by
Atwoodposted on 06/24/2008
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but the end is most certainly the best thing ever in the world i think.