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Sam Broussard - My Former Shell lyrics
Hello, I'm not home. I am far from the phone. Leave a message, better yet, leave me alone. If I'm sounding thin or hollow, you're hearing just an echo due to lower levels of the male hormone. I was sick, I'm getting well. I'll be happy, y'all can stay in hell. Soon I'm gonna be a shell of my former shell. I'm in a frozen hunting lodge with a tumbler full of scotch while my other lawyer friends are making moose extinct. I'd like to shoot those guys draw a bead on big white eyes but they're not worth me having to set down my drink. I was sick ... Could this be my future ex-wife calling? Darling I can hear your nails drying. Your attorney's good with small details. You're a perfect match, with his teeth and your nails. My killer instinct's gone. Shot down like a dog. Injected lethally, electrocuted, fried. I made it walk the plank. I hung it by its neck. It kicked and screamed and hollered but it never cried, and that's the difference between it and I. I was sick .... |
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