Popa Chubby — Sweat

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Oh man, my head is killing me. Give me a smoke
Yeah, somebody open the window — it’s hot in here
Where am I anyway?
How did I ever get in here?
And how? How do I get out?
I was standing in the corner when they dragged you in the room
Your eyes were red and bloodshot, your face was full of doom
Sat you in the middle, and you swore you would not beg
Then you crawled out to the window, on a pair of broken legs
You said «I know I’m crazy — I hear voices in my head
If I end up in that rubber row, I might as well be dead»
Looked down to your navel, began to hum a tune
Suckin’ like a millionaire, on your silver spoon. You started to sweat
Bullets from your soul
Sweat
Lost all means of self control
Sweat
Like a twenty dollar whore
Sweat
Lord, that’s when she walked through the door
She said her name was Sadie, that she was your doll
That look of apprehension you wore said that wasn’t all
Looked down to your pockets. She said her legs were sore
Undid the buttons on your jeans and dropped them to the floor
She said «Lay back and enjoy it. You know it’s just a perk
A blow job’s better than no job — Lord a girl’s just got to work»
A look of catatonia, came upon your eyes
When she took your head between her hands, sure did get a rise
She made you sweat
Ah, let me tell you about her man . .
Six foot five and bullet proof, three hundred pounds of meat
Badder than a bad dog lying dying in the street
Sadie looked from me to him, then back from him to you
Then she passed out cold from thinking ’bout the things that he might do
Pulled a pistol from his pants, apologized and sighed
Shot her sixteen times, one more time and said good-bye
Left us sitting all alone, all we could do was cry
And the sweat that mingled with our tears was such a sweet good-bye
Made you sweat