Name: 3 Packs A Day
Duration: P00H03M36S
Description: The twentieth track off the first Andy the Doorbum full length "The Doorbooth Album (You're Going Crazy, And I'm Coming With You)"

3 Packs A Day

from The Doorbooth Album (You're Going Crazy And I'm Coming With You) by Andy the Doorbum

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The twentieth track off the first Andy the Doorbum full length "The Doorbooth Album (You're Going Crazy, And I'm Coming With You)"

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I crown me myself and I do it the best,
With my sexual skin on my cellulite chest.
Won’t somebody crack me one good one right on the head,
Before I’m obsolete, first I need to be fed.
Cause what’s sleep if you don’t have a comfortable bed?
I learned a long time ago you’re only worth as many organs
As you can donate once you’re partially dead.

Snipers got their shots.
Drunks got their shots, too.
So wind up with your nose in the dirt,
Or buy a round and enjoy the view.

Cause it’s a matter of time before the right tire runs over your foot
And bestows you with the blessing of insurance claims,
And a nice fitting caste that stays right where they’re put.
I crown me Myself and yes, I do it the best
With my predator pose right where the Blue Nile crests.
I’m absolute that it’s a measure I am doomed to repeat,
With rotting carcasses aplenty but not one good to eat.

Snipers got their shots.
Dogs got their shots, too.
So wind up with your nose in the dirt,
Or get vaccinated against the flu.

Somewhere far and wide, where you refuse to be wrong,
Like a drill sergeant I take off my hat so we’ll get along.
And I sing you the saddest marching song.

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from The Doorbooth Album (You're Going Crazy And I'm Coming With You), released October 10, 2005

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Andy the Doorbum

Andy the Doorbum has been writing and recording his own music since he was 9 years old.
His discography ranges from eccentric lo-fi caterwauling to lush self-recorded pieces described as "filling a darkening void with a pitch black effort." All of this is done with the goal of finding the beauty in the ugly reality of the world. Growth from upheaval. Art for survival. Creativity or extinction. ... more