On the meridian of time, there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama.
ToC, H. Miller

Monday, September 17, 2007

Meth Lab Hoedown

Refrain:

Oooh, there’s a meth lab on my street!

There’s a meth lab on my street!

A box of wine while ya watch‘em is divine

There’s a meth lab on my street!

Hookers and vagrants may come and go,

But the repo man, he beats them all.

Cookin’ and itchin’ and rakin’ in dough

Until the cops take in the haul.

Refrain:

Oooh, there’s a meth lab on my street!

There’s a meth lab on my street!

A box of wine while ya watch‘em is divine

There’s a meth lab on my street!

The Cooper Young Fest is mighty fun,

For buying cast iron and glazed green men.

But for action, my street can’t be outdone.

Meth labs are far better than an opium den!

Refrain:

Oooh, there’s a meth lab on my street!

There’s a meth lab on my street!

A box of wine while ya watch‘em is divine

There’s a meth lab on my street!

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