Gotta get down to the government mine
Cos' that's where I lately spend my time
Make good money five dollars a day
Made any more I might move awayy...yea
THE PROBLEM:
Me: The dead. That is smart.
Other: Yeah.
Me: That's really something. (How to sell sell sell this....)
Other: (seems to sense something in the air): Your'e not going to listen to that punk rock, are you?
Me: You know, sometimes I just -
Other: What? Wanna punch me? Is that it?
Me: No. That's two things you shouldn't have said.
Other: (Fairly seething)
Me: Do you know what you sound like? You sound like Nixon. And may I add?
Other: Yes.
Me: You are so far from being....(cool?)....(good?)...(dead?) What you want to be.
Other: I know.
Me: Let's chill.
Other: I said it first.
Me: You know, if Pearly Baker moved to Poland...?
Other: Ridiculous.
Me: For example.
Other: Mm.
Me: Mm. But; if people felt the support.....How do you say it in European?
Other: What? Cover band? Obstacles? Eurovision Song Contest?
Me: Ha. No. Contiguous express? Uncle Blah Blah? No. The universe was created not by God, but by work?
Other: No. Yes?
Me: Something. I really don't know.
Other: You said it first.
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