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World Class Thugs - Yard Sale lyrics
Bric-a-brac, they fill the yard, A little crowded, they're on guard, 6 a.m. on Sunday, they've got to clear it out by Monday, yard sale sagging stuffed animals and food-stained baby clothes, all the clutter they've been keeping, all the clutter they've been heaping keeping till it grows and grows and grows and grows until it turns into another yard sale, yard sale?? hidden under magazines and mismatched saucers, and broken toasters they've carelessly tossed her, bloated paperbacks of romance and mystery spiky high heels with a lot of history, caught a little lady gonna make her mine, caught a little lady gonna make her mine, caught a little lady gonna make her mine I'm sure I was meant to find her at this yard sale, yard sale Tell her all your fears, give her all your hope, she has a way of helping you cope Hidden in a niche and buried in a wall, she escaped the fires of the images fall A sliver of sun and ancient belief, hide her from the priest and bury her deep, hide her from the priest and bury her deep, Because you were meant to keep her safe from a yard sale, yard sale???? Caught a little mary gonna ladle her mind?? |
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