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Where I’m livin', it’s hard to say

Wasting my time at the corner of dude and catastrophe

Where I’m livin', it’s hard to say

But I feel fine at the corner of dude and catastrophe

Woke up by the pool again

Must have played the fool again

Wonder what them hooligans put on the grill that stinks

Kind of like burnt fur and regurg’ed drinks

With an undertone of the acorn

And leather that’s laid on

Thick like Liz Claiborne

Step over with big trepidation

Lift up the top off the meat cooking station

To discover my homie Todd!

I said «Oh my God

What grim façade

Do you meet me with in my wakefulness?»

I had too many Stellas and they all was crisp;

Must I rise up in the morning with my squirrel desisted

From the world? Insisted, as I did

This instant, that

Him up in heaven again is premature?

If only reality would concur!

Poke him with the tongs. Dude won’t wake up

Put him on the lawn; Ray’s about to cook a steak up

And this ain’t no kind of mausoleum

Got to get the high degree on

Todd’s onomatopoeia

Got already all used up — I mean he sizzled —

Ain’t nothing left but char, bone, and gristle

My heart is fissile: I mean it could break

Like crystal; he never learned to whistle. Don’t wake

His cadaver up, wassamadda with your mind?

He ain’t a lawn clipping. We been knuckleheads since old times

Dig out the batting helmet and the bat

‘cause we’re all about to have a funeral, and that’s that

We’ll do it after breakfast. We’ll do it up proper

We’ll drop all his ashes out the Airwolf copter

All singing up dirges, all spreading out blossoms

And it’s gonna b-b-b-be frikkin' awesome!

Where I’m livin', it’s hard to say

Wasting my time at the corner of dude and catastrophe

Where I’m livin', it’s hard to say

But I feel fine at the corner of dude and catastrophe

Six bong rips later: we ain’t going to the helipad

Standin' ‘round hella sad

Wonder where them Stellas at

All these dudes ain’t huge on sentiment

Still they want to say a little something to the benefit

Of layin' Todd’s soul to rest

I cold regressed, contemplated old regrets

And said, «Man why he even got to do a thing

Like pass out on the Bar-B-King?»

I’m tryin' to bring from like recesses in my mind

A word or two that wouldn’t prove unkind

Aligned as he was with the less-than-angelic

Trafficking black tar smack & psychedelics

In that little-ass van of his, and drunk doing it

Knowing what the right thing to do was but eschewing it

It’d seem pretty probable

Flames are audible:

That’s the duty that Todd’ll pull

Not just in death, but in after-that

Like the bat out the h-e-double-vertical-slat

But inbound in the case of this rodent

Like when he got peeled-out on and ‘sploded

Or in fact when he got shanked in the joint —

Hella causing me to wonder if there’s even a point

To our shepherdly tending of his life’s ending

Bet he’s chilling at Friendly’s

And gonna be back in the neighborhood shortly

Discussing how awesome it is to be portly

Reporting the slant he just got on with Blister

(drank till his wrists hurt

Boned the ghost of your sister)

The dude’s a bucket kickster when he has to be

And this one wasn’t like a masterpiece

So yes we’re depressed but not drastically…

Livin' at the corner of dude and catastrophe

Where I’m livin', it’s hard to say

Wasting my time at the corner of dude and catastrophe

Where I’m livin', it’s hard to say

But I feel fine at the corner of dude and catastrophe

I’ll just wait, waving goodbye until the next time

I’ll just wait, waving goodbye until the next time

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