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​You Ain't No Ninja, Btich!

This song is by A Trunk Full Of Dead Bodies and appears on the album My Smile, Her Corpse (2003).

Disappear in my glass of confidence, it seems that I'm obsessed. with filling up with alcohol to get me through it all. 53 in a 25, driving on the wrong side of the line. this time I made it out alive.



Blacktop mattress. steel against the tree. a mailbox down, I'm out, laughing at my company. its ashame to name those people who forgot what it means to be, but mr. staples you're a piece of shit to me.



My ribs are lonlier without a steering wheel against my chest, I'm strapped down to this bed... I'm face down to the rest.



Blacktop mattress. steel against the tree. a mailbox down, I'm out, laughing at my company. its ashame to name those people who forgot what it means to be, but mr. staples you're a fucking piece of shit to me.



My ribs are lonlier without a steering wheel against my chest, I'm strapped down to this bed... I'm face down to the rest.



Enjoy the party slugger. because your face appears to match the quickness of my bat. are you inebriated? that's all right with me when I'm kicking out your teeth. enjoy the party slugger 'cause your face appears to match the quickness of my bat



My ribs are lonlier without a steering wheel against my chest, I'm strapped down to this bed... I'm face down to the rest.