When you have my funeral
Boys, I won't attend
I'll be trying hard to live
Though so many folks want me dead
I'll be so far, so far down the road
That romance sooner do me in
Than this old semi's heavy load
Oh boy
And so if you don't need me
Then leave me don't you flirt
I'll have your man for dinner, mama
And have you for dessert
I'll make your circus insecure
I don't need your scams
I need a few ounces of mercy, honey
At least 180 grams
Oh ya
I go up to the mountain tops
That's where the world is clean
It's down in the valley I hear talk
I hear talk, but hear no speech
The kids there climb ladders
And get themselves a spot
I scale the trees and run the rocks
Until I reach the mountain tops
Oh boy
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