That's right
And you could always count on the 'rents to get you by
You could fly
And now they make you piss into a plastic cup
And give it up
The cup will probably be here long after we're gone
What's wrong
They'll probably dig it up a thousand years from now
And how
They'll probably wonder what the hell we used it for
And more
This must be the cup the king held every night
As he cried
Well maybe you should go out and write your own damn song
And move on
Well you could always count on your friends to get you high That's right And you could always count on the 'rents to get you by You could fly And now they make you piss into a plastic cup And give it up The cup will probably be here long after we're gone What's wrong They'll probably dig it up a thousand years from now And how They'll probably wonder what the hell we used it for And more This must be the cup the king held every night As he cried Well maybe you should go out and write your own damn song And move on Explain Request ×
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