Busted Gut

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[Verse 1]
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Got a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
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Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
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Phone keeps ringin' but the birds stop singin, there's a reason I believe in the dreams and the 
visions
    E                                                    A
Are better than the screens, that scroll by fishin for
A
   Another reason to get mad

[Verse 2]
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But a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
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Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
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Old man yellin' at the TV station, what the hell happened to the imagination
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Pickin' on pills, in extreme aggitation
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   You got a reason to get mad

[Chorus]
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With a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
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Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
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The world is a cushion, me I play the pin

[Verse 3]
      D
Got a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
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Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
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Beauty parade and a false front of humor, there's baby in the world with a new kind of tumor
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And it gets so hot, man I hate it when it's humid
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   That ain't a reason to get mad

[Chorus]
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With a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
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Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
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World is a cushion, me I'm just a pin
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Yeah the world is a cushion, me I'm just a pin
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Yeah the world is a cushion, me I'm just a pin
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Life is a tonic, guess I'll have a gin

[Vocal solo]
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