Raw Potatoes - DJ Dropperclear

A little bit of bad luck And you go back to your house The clog is never unstuck The flow is disallowed For just a couple of bucks A diesel power half ounce You might as well light up Do you feel better now? Did you think that you could laugh about it Think that you could get around it Think that you could find another way When the time ticks by devoid of color Seasons blend into each other You know that you died before today You cannot do the right thing The little hours again Frontloaded pleasure Not gonna happen Still hanging onto the string You guess that it's okay then A little under the weather You'll bring it back again Did you think that you could laugh about it Think that you could get around it Think that you could find another way When the time ticks by devoid of color Seasons blend into each other You know that you died before today Holding on I'm running away from me

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A man works hard then comes on home, Expects to find stew with that fine ham bone. He opens the door, then star to lookin', Says, Women, what's this stuff you're cooking? All that meat and bo potatoes Just ain't right, like green tomatoes. Here I'm waiting, palpitain', For all that meat and no potatoes. All that meat and no potatoes All that food to the alligators, yes. Hold me steady. I am ready For all that meat and no potatoes. I don't think that peas are bad. Whit meat most anything goes. I look into the pot. I'm fit to fight 'Cause, woman, you know that mess ain't right. All that meat and no potatoes Just ain't right, like green tomatoes. Woman, I'm steamin'. I'm really screamin' All that mean and no potatoes. Where is my fry and ham bone? Where is it?

Lying awake, naked in bed Thoughts of your body Running through my head It's hard to escape the wounds of the past Every time I say something real I wanna take it back Sensitive I'm peeling back my skin You got me raw raw So emotional Raw raw Oh I feel exposed Chainsaw Buzzing at my throat Pressure building up inside my chest You pulled the stitches out again I feel the feelings creeping in You got me raw raw Raw raw Raw I came up from the depths of hell with a golf club in my hand You disarmed me, no defense My armor turned to sand It's hard to escape the wounds of the past Every time I feel something real I wanna take it back Sensitive I'm peeling back my skin You got me raw raw So emotional Raw raw Oh I feel exposed Chainsaw Buzzing at my throat Pressure building up inside my chest You pulled the stitches out again I feel the feelings creeping in You got me raw raw Raw raw Chainsaw Raw raw Cold in your warm embrace It's salt in my open veins Control I'm relinquishing Sensitive I'm peeling back my skin You got me raw raw So emotional Raw raw Oh I feel exposed Chainsaw Buzzing at my throat Pressure building up inside my chest You pulled the stitches out again I feel the feelings creeping in Raw