Spitpile Lyrics

Looking outside, looking at the trees
and spitting on all those f*ckin' fleas.
They don't really like it a lot.
I just say "so f*cking what".
Spit pile, spit pile, spit it out, spit it out, livin' in denial. Trying to think of the words to say. Maybe its not my f*cking day.
Blue shit from my fresh slurpee
and horse shit splattered on a tree.
f*ck authority! Yeah, anarchy!
And this is what I do when my time is free.

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