01-21-2010, 02:06 PM
There's probably already a thread about this, but I just learned of a BIG misunderstood lyric on my part:
Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
For several decades now, I would've sworn that was 'spitting out pieces of his broken LUNG.'
Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
For several decades now, I would've sworn that was 'spitting out pieces of his broken LUNG.'