I just came to the conclusion that except for oddities and occasional fill-ins, I will probably never "work" for anyone except wife, cats and whim again, and I shockingly realized that I actually don't give a fuck. In fact, feel pretty good. It's been surreal, real, fun, occasionally real fun but mainly just tedium and putting up with a fine broth of idiots, assholes, and asslickers. Going to the cafe to join Rhett Miller and Soren Kierkegaard, Chris Hitchens, Brian Jones, Mr. Jennings and Socrates...
Im gonna go for a ride,
Cause I got me a five-o Ford
and the good Lord knows I tried
to make friends with you
and evrything went wrong.
Yeah, Im goin Im goin Im goin Im goin Im gone.
Goin down to the tracks.
Im gonna hide out for a while.
Gonna have me some ranch-style beans
From a tin can hobo-style,
Forget your face,
If that can be done.
Yeah, Im goin Im goin Im goin Im goin Im gone.
And youll find you a boyfriend
And he wont like my cat.
And youll try to
Pretend that you dont want me back.
Right now Im leavin So youd better say, So long. Yeah, Im goin Im goin Im goin
Im goin Im gone.
Gonna find me a boat
And a brand new name.
Im gonna find some wall-eyed,
Weak-kneed European dame.
Shell be my wife
And youll only be a song.
Yeah, Im goin Im goin Im goin Im goin Im gone.
And youll find you a boyfriend
And he wont like my cat.
And youll try to
Pretend that you dont want me back.
Right now Im leavin So youd better say, So long. Yeah, Im goin Im goin Im goin
Im goin Im gone.
Yeah, Im goin Im goin Im goin Im goin Im gone.
Yeah, Im goin Im goin Im goin Im goin Im goin Im goin Im goin Im goin Im goin
Im goin Im goin Im goin Im gone.
Jesus.
Well, what do ya do about a string breakin
Oh, nothin
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