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Odd Times

 

Odd Times


Seventy-three
The bus I catch at six thirty
It's quarter to eight
I'm gonna get fired, I'm gonna be late
To Timmy's I go
He is a pimp and we are his hoes
A buck thirty-nine
Seventeen minutes to get there on time
Seventy-three
Degrees I heard it's supposed to pour
I take the stairs
But it's all the way up on the third floor
I take a breath
Hit number three and move to the left
But now we are stuck
And I don't give a

Picking up the pieces
Broke a mirror in heaven
Picking up the pieces
Still I don't know why

I I've got the feeling that I've
Been living in odd times, odd times
Whoa oh oh
I I've got the feeling that I've
Been living in odd times, odd times

Ooh... ooh...
I'm a beakless bird in a bucket of worms
Ooh... ooh...
I'm a beakless bird in a bucket of worms

Key in the door
I turn on the lights
It's ten fifty-four
I check the machine
There's nobody there I don't really care
Seventy-three
Times I've seen this episode
You know the one
They chase the monkey down the road
Eight thirty-eight
I go to the fridge there's nothing to make
I'll just order in
Anything's fine there's someone outside
Seventy-three
Channels on my TV
I'm set for the night I'm hitting the lights
I'm starting cry why oh why?

Picking up the pieces
Broke a mirror in heaven
Picking up the pieces
Still I don't know why

I I've got the feeling that I've
Been living in odd times, odd times
Whoa oh oh
I I've got the feeling that I've
Been living in odd times, odd times

Ooh... ooh...
I'm a beakless bird in a bucket of worms
Ooh... ooh...
I'm a beakless bird in a bucket of worms

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