The Non-Filters: Music

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Well they all got together thinking they were gonna roll
Drinking cheap whiskey from an old fishbowl
Oh yeah
A Washington quarter with a Roosevelt frown
Flipped heads-tails and landed on the ground
Oh yeah

The television's running dry
And all the hounds began to cry
Cause all they knew
Turned out to be a lie
I turn to the wall
And tell it with a sigh

The mona lisa is my favorite lady
She keeps her mouth shut like a woman should
She's sort of plain but she is still my baby
Just hanging on the wall, painted up like a doll

He's hanging out the window of a big red Ford
Whistling to the tune of a ten-note chord
Oh yeah

With a Non-Filter cigarette dangling from his mouth, and a twenty-gauge shell
He'd like to head south
Oh yeah

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He talked to a Mexican and spoke real slow
Shaved off his beard in the local Citgo
Oh yeah

Hid in the Alley with a backstreet slut
Broke out the windows cause the doors were all shut
Oh yeah

Chorus