Ray he had a strange life Curly-haired bad tempered lad Grabbed me by the collar Tried to make me be his friend
It's hard when you're a worrier Sometimes I just stay in bed
I'm on a strange kick I'm on a strange kick I'm on a strange kick My life is a sliver of glass I walk like I've never been in love I take the bomb in both of my hands I drop it on the head of my enemies
It's hard when you're a worrier Sometimеs I just stay in bed
I'm on a strange kick I'm on a strange kick I'm on a strangе kick
I don't rest too easy at night I lock all my doors and windows tight And then I go home and see my dad And then I fall in love with all the girls
It's hard when you're a worrier Sometimes I just stay in bed
I'm on a strange kick I'm on a strange kick I'm on a strange kick
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