KMC Centlivre - zip code 666

I hate the weather
I hate the cold
I hate the empty dusty roads
I hate the trees without no leaves
I hate the weeds that make me sneeze
This place is broken
This place needs fixed
I’m talkin’ zip code 666

I hate the way this town is run
There’s not much here to have some fun
I hate the dogs that bark at night
And rednecks gettin’ into fights
I hate the meth
I hate the whores
Walkin’ down 6th street looking’ for more
This place is broken
This place needs fixed
I’m talkin’ zip code 666

Where else would they make a law
Teachin’ Adam and Eve as ma and pa?
Where else would they have 3.2 beer
And killer cops you’d better fear?

They built a town and no one came
And gave the place a funny name
I ain’t seen no taters here
They ate ‘em all from the size of their rears

This place is broken
This place needs fixed
I’m talkin’ zip code 666

I miss the palm trees
I miss the breeze
I miss bikinis by the sea
Why did I ever think I’d like it here?
Where summer lasts 3 months a year
This place is broken
This place needs fixed
I’m talkin’ zip code 666

Where else would have the devil’s prefix?
I’m talkin’ zip code 666


(09/13/07 zip code 666)

KMC Centlivre

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