Underground Elite — текст песни (Jump Little Children)

Mississippi moonshine`s got me doubled over laughing in pain
back at the Chevron the chicken wings made you feel just the same
That bucket of bayou that licked you like a 5 pound block of salt
I through it to the puppy that was yappin` on the hot asphalt
The wisest word I ever heard was written on that bathroom wall
in the mississippi river greasy spoon in southern Arkansas
skimming `cross the scrawl of the underground elite retorts
I see a beacon to the traveler paraphrased sweet and short
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A word to the wise
a breath to the philosopher
a hand to the devil
a gift to the masses
whatever you do don?t
whatever you do don?t
whatever you do don`t take my advice
Mister blister burning on the fumes of a day hard earned
a bullet through the blue highways `till the whole damn world is turned
we`re driving and we`re driving until driving it don`t feel real
but it`s so easy all you do is get some sleep behind the wheel
Take a second to reflect on a peculiarity
every stop we`ve made has shared a certain similarity
there are juices and there`s candies and there`s sodas of all brand names
but the message on the walls from town to town has been the same
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Permanent marker with a fat tip
scratch off the paint with a dime
grease up the mirror with some lipstick
a revolution is not a crime
Finally before my eyes there it was for me to see
at a truck stop in the lonely hills of eastern Tennessee
I`d tell you how I felt if I could but I just can`t
When I happened on that bathroom with a fresh coat of paint
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