99 Dead Baboons

Ninety nine Dead baboons sitting in my living room
Decomposing as I sip iced tea from my mason jar
listen to me as I sing this song about my lemon tree

Something smells I think it's me
I haven't showered in seven weeks
I don't believe in a god
My pastor tells me he's a fraud

All these flys keep telling lies
Spewing by right through my eyes
I can't sing I'm giving in
giving in to giving up

I cut myself I like the pain
And courtney love killed kurt cobain

Ninetyt nine



Credits
Writer(s): Colin Whyte
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