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You take my money 

You think you're great 

You think it's funny 

And I hate your face 

You got your Jesus 

And I got my space 

You got your reasons 

And I got my case 

Just gotta sit yourself 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 

Oh nothing will ever 

Destroy your greed 

You just gotta sit yourself down 

To contemplate 

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 

Now when you break yourself down 

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 

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 

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 

You're celebrating nothing 

And you feel a-okay 

You're celebrating nothing 

And you feel a-kay 

 

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