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No rain's washing off the dead birds off the highway
But there's a storm flood coming in May
The rattlesnake's stuck between lawnmower knives
And somebody's beating up somebody's wife
And somebody stares into the final single malt
And all the angels cry, but it ain't my fault
And there's a man with a shotgun in the grocery store
And the president sleeps with a ***
And there are cracks and holes in the whiskey colored skies
They're gonna swallow you the day you die
Handed me the pepper when I was asking for the salt
And all the angels cry, but it ain't my fault
And to me, it's all the same
It's all the same, makes no difference in the end
And there's a Vietnam vet with over 200 stitches
And his body's limbs left him only phantom itches
A rich man burns 200 grams up his nose
On the toilet dies a poor man from an overdose
She would stare into the heavens, falling deep into the vault
And all the angels cry, but it ain't my fault
And to me, it's all the same
It's all the same, makes no difference in the end
And to me, it's all the same
It's all the same, makes no difference in the end
And to me, it's all the same
It's all the same, makes no difference in the end
And to me, it's all the same
It's all the same, makes no difference in the end
And to me, it's all the same old sound
The world still spinnin' round and round
The sun burns what's not underground
The first-born son's been lost and found, for sure
