He's a boy scout, made it to eagle

Drives a t-bird and a LaSabre too

He's a pitcher, crazy 'bout Sal Pane

Goes to Borders ..Just to hang out



It's a long day living in East Scranton

Working.. at Mercy parking garage

And it's Turon, he was the dark wizard

A long time, long long long ago



But he's free, free writing

Yeah he's free, free writing



All the vampires calling em'selves Shields

Move over, to escape projectiles

And all the bad boys are throwing stuff at Neal

All the bird does, is watch ‘em fly by...



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Free writing, now he's a, free writing, now I'm a

Free writing, now he's a, free writing, now I'm a



I want to think about; when he called Lance “bird droppings”

I want to know about; when he backhanded Joe

Gonna free write on about nothing

Gonna leave this table for a while...



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