When I got better from the mumps
Yes my swollen nut and neck shrunk
But though subtle I can smell distinctly
Some sick and swollen stink still to this day stays with me
Inert as some dumb tart from Illinois
With a shirt that says I heart Michigan boys
But its – OY – still steel as a goys gut
Oh so concealed in the crease but
Slow pitching liker a Vatican priest to be pope
What? Dope; so every morning wake up with hope
And at night fall asleep at the end of your rope
Alone pretending to cope
As ill as I am I am
But with all that’s well I’ll yell
Good god what the hell what the fuck
A white dove on the hood of a two ton truck
It took me thirty years to learn my patterns
Just for shit to turn weird in my return to Saturn
I feel the freezing creep of greedy sleep sneaking in again
Im dangling
I don’t have to pull a shitty fortune from desert like the piss poor son of a serf
To know what im worth, I know what im deserved of
A freaking dirty dove dead in a bag of bread from a sell out club
But will you spell out love in the lashes life serves up
Or am I just a red bump in the rash of cash worship
Lord, whats up
As ill as I am I am
But with all that’s well I’ll yell
Good god what the hell what the fuck
A white dove on the hood of a two ton truck
Brief is the life of that bird
Who brings your secrets your deepest beefs and desires
Through its beak in a minor squeak to be heard
It’s meaning complete no need for words
It might not last more than a week
And if this my final trip it be
Lord take me quick let me see ye
And please heed the needs of my family
As ill as I am I am
But for all that’s well I’ll yell
Good god what the hell what the fuck
A white dove on the hood of a two ton truck
With mangled fingers I play it
And say it plain in my octaves
With all that I’ve got and for all that I’ll not have
And cursing back to the big bang in slang they sang
As ill as I am I am
But for all that’s well I’ll yell
Good god what the hell what the fuck
A white dove on the hood of a two ton truck
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Lyrics submitted by adamsmith.