Miles From Home
So you got pissed and picked a fight
Doesn’t mean to say its right
You found out you disagree too
Well here’s advice for a prick like you ~
Look in the mirror what do you see
Mad men laughing in your tree
Telling you things you don’t want to know
You try real hard not to let it show

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But how come is it when you’re miles from home
And you want to let your madness roam
And you’ve still got many miles to go
You’ve got to take it slow

Torn jeans and big black boots
Incense hair and a hippy flute
Shirt and tie with a briefcase smile
All come in to sit awhile ~
A drink for me a drink for you
Peace at last in the hotel blue
Till big black boots steps on that incense flute
And shirt and tie begins to wonder why

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