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Broke Ass California
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A song about being Broke Ass in California what'd ya think?
california default deficit broke ass bankrupt
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Drunk and Disorderly
Johnny Wilde and Bryan Thunder ran up a tremendous bar tab at the Grand Inn, Covina, Ca. They had to start singing and turning tricks to pay it off.
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Podcasts Parody
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Peak #1
Peak in subgenre #1
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Johnny Wilde-lyrics - music by some other guys
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does that really do any good?
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September 23, 2009
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MP3 5.2 MB 128 kbps 5:39
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It had to be done - Sorry Arnold
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In a park around midnight, bathrooms open there Foul stench from the next stall, rising up through the air Some dude on his cell phone, I saw the eerie blue light Hes headin out I should go with him, He found a place for the night It was a box in a doorway, next to taco bell I was drinking all by myself, it could be worse but it sure wasnt swell Somebody lit up a doobie, and they passed it my way There were voices talkin in my head, I thought I heard them say Welcome to broke-ass California I used to have a place, it was a lovely place Plenty of gloom in broke-ass California In another year, well all be dyin here My old house now is listed, and I lost all my friends I had to sell off all my nifty toys, as a means to an end My only pants I am wearing, and Im starting to sweat Ill wear them til this December, but were not quite there yet So I called to the darkness, please bring me some wine I heard a voice echo in response it'll cost a buck 69 And still those voices are talking inside my head They talk to me all through the night, I think they all just said: Welcome to broke-ass California Now its such a waste, a pathetic place Living low dough in broke-ass California But Im not surprised, 'Cause they tell us lies Now I dont have a ceiling, no champagne and no ice, and they said Theyre releasing their prisoners here, and Im getting head lice And in the tax mans chambers, they plan out their next fleece On how to stab us with their steely knives, to get our pocket change at least Last thing I remember, I was laying on the floor My tax return had just been done and it said they wanted more Relax said my tax man, they are programmed to receive they can just take your first born child, and then you're free to leave
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