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Manson's interpretation became better known than the White Album itself
I don't remember all that well how I felt about it
I do recall the shiny cover smelling like the pages of the high school yearbook!
and biting off a piece of it one night
I bit off part of Paulie's stubbly bearded head
Or maybe I was sucking my own cock
It's impossible to separate one memory from another
I was doin loads of free blotter buying rolls of crossroads ten fer a dollah
and smoking dirtweed all day and allah da nite
Plus stealing all me mummy's valium that I could get my hands on
She never knew why her monthly supply, one hundred and twenty blues!
kept going empty every fifteen-sixteen days
Finally the doctor wised her up after he took her out on a date and decided she can't be this much fun that high
Or could she?
Bastard!
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My mom was hot and wanting it bad too
I was in full oedipal flower among other ripenesses fruitier than the tangelo trees blooming all round the yard
Dad would come cruising passed in his pickup same time every night
staring into the open front room windows music blaring teen heat rising
He was still our Dad making sure we was all OK
Me, my sister and our friends endless parties when mom went out with the neighbour's ex-husband
or the Mayor or the bartender from the bowling alley
About once a week dad come bouncing up the driveway and out onto the porch
If anyone noticed they'd rush to the front door slam it shut first and lock it quick
We stifling giggles while he pounded on the door getting more and more pissed by the second
"Damn it! Hey Pete! Open up the god damn door God damn it!"
"Mom's not here dad. And she told us not to let you in."
That last part wasn't true but it always set him spinning off
crazy cussing a blue tirade through his teeth like a red neck
Dizzy puffed up and blowing that profanely upbent horn to the highest heavens
He'd stop after while light a cigarette, scratch his nose a few times then get back in his truck
and bounce back down the driveway laying rubber in the street
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Mom started hiding the valium bottle around the sweaty little two bed one bath crackerbox
but never so's I couldn't easily find her cute little box when I needed some
which was all the time from morning coffee to last call cerveza
She loved me too much that was the problem
When her and dad divorced we should've just hooked up
the two of us and moved away to Morocco or somewhere it wouldn't raise eyebrows
Plus all that excellent hashish for sale in the bizarre cheap
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