Sneeze

Sneeze hid real deep down
On the outskirts of town
Where he made his daddy proud

Bowl of fried onions
And boiled ground hands
Pushing like a train
Falling like a rain

It's another black stain on the porch step

Sneeze slides the knife around
Turns a smile to a frown
And he's cookin' up a pound
But you won't hear a sound
On the outskirts of town
Where he made his daddy proud

Sneeze reached real deep down
A cuisine that don't clown
On the outskirts of town
Where he made his daddy proud



Credits
Writer(s): Gianni Berretta
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