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Sam Broussard - Ira Visits His Dad lyrics
Ira my bastard loco weed proof that the saints and plumbers should never breed Put the dope in my strongbox before the nurses' aides can steal me blind Nurses' aides, oh, they're nice enough though some show up sick and some they treat me rough They're understaffed, underpaid so they steal our underwear How could I notice my mind drifting loose and I don't mind the white Lysol walls And if I deserve pain it's for having you But you'll clear your name when you hit my vein and take your old Dad to the ballgame hallelujah wheel me out to the ballgame I win our fight, meet your Waterloo I'm poor but at least I'm a burden to you you waste of the womb of a saint if you really want the truth We called you Stinky Sweet Pea Well, here we are now the one in diapers is me And though I don't like you I love you like the son I wish I'd had Gone in two years what I'd saved all my life Ira, inherit the wind Clean-living, hard-working I win the prize A son who walks in with his needles and pins and I'm in love, I'm feeling groovy groovy everything's beautiful They took away all my Lucky Strikes as if we might rise and trade our wheelchairs for bikes I know they mean well and I forgot what I was gonna say |
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