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Title Of Record (1999)

You take my money
You think you're great
You think its funny
I hate your face
Yeah
You got your Jesus
And I got my space
You got your reasons
And I got my case

Chorus:
You just gotta sit your self down
To contemplate
You get yourself a nice cold beer
And drink yourself away
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You're celebrating nothing
and you feel a-okay

You think you're precious
And I think you're shit
And I'd kill your father
To destroy his seed
Oooohhh nothing will ever
Destroy your greed

Chorus

Now when you break yourself down
And go to this place
You give yourself the reason
To get off your case
And when you break it down yeah
And see through this shit
You give yourself the reason
To live through this
Break down

mama give me my medicine
mama give me my medicine
mama give me my medicine
the one that makes me feel taller
mama give me my medicine
mama give me my medicine
the one that makes me feel so tall, tall like a tall tree
mama give me my medicine
The one that makes me feel like a tall tree
mama give me my medicine
that makes me feel like a tall tree
mama give me my medicine
that makes me feel like a tall tree
That makes me feel like a tall tree
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Chorus

You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay