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Traffic Every Mother S Son

and sky Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend We travel on together searching for the end I'm a traveling soul and every mother's son Although

, hello, hello You don't see that something?s wrong Earth's spinnin? outta control Hello, hello, hello, hello Everything's for sale, even souls Someone

birdman pulls it off He wears a crucifix His mother left to him It's wrapped in chains around his heart Rusted and wafer thin Don't count on luck son

gentleness too much for us Should gentleness be filed along with empathy We feel for someone else's child Every time a smart bomb does its sums and gets it wrong Someone else's

Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother Nor do I call every

Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother Nor do I call every

THOUGHT:] Between the greenhouse gases and earth spinnin off it's axis Got mother nature doin back flips the natural disasters It's like 80 degrees in

that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother Nor do I call every

we end up like this... Haha, nah, (my life, my life) nah son I do what I wanna do, man (livin' my life) Nah, I can laugh son, you know me? I been through