"Good Sunday : Dead Days"
By Arcassin Burnham
Corn chips on the dashboard,
Putting gas in the car,
Yeah the gardens full today,
And even though I wouldn't get that far,
This is me on my dead days,
**Excuse Me**
How you been?
Where'd you come from?
Who sent you?
Where's the town that you reside from?
What's with all the goddamn questions?
Don't put a mark at the end of mine,
I never have the time,
Cause I'm a fucking bum.
Corn chips on the dashboard,
Putting gas in the car,
Yeah the gardens full today,
And even though I wouldn't get that far,
This is me on my dead days,
**Excuse Me**
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