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Lyrics for My Former Shell by Sam Broussard:
| | | Artist: | Sam Broussard |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | My Former Shell | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 90 | | | | Lyrics: | Hello, I'm not home.
I am far from the phone.
Leave a message, better yet, leave me
alone.
If I'm sounding thin or hollow,
you're hearing just an echo
due to lower levels
of the male hormone.
I was sick, I'm getting well.
I'll be happy, y'all can stay in
hell.
Soon I'm gonna be a shell of my former shell.
I'm in a frozen hunting
lodge
with a tumbler full of scotch
while my other lawyer friends are making moose
extinct.
I'd like to shoot those guys
draw a bead on big white eyes
but they're not
worth me having to set down my drink.
I was sick ...
Could this be my future
ex-wife calling?
Darling I can hear your nails drying.
Your attorney's good with small
details.
You're a perfect match, with his teeth and your nails.
My killer instinct's
gone.
Shot down like a dog.
Injected lethally, electrocuted, fried.
I made it walk the
plank.
I hung it by its neck.
It kicked and screamed and hollered but it never
cried,
and that's the difference between it and I.
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