Poor Dwayne from Mongoose by Mead Lake's Most Wanted

I got a pretty good friend, says he’ll sleep when he’s dead
Sits around the house drinking holes in his head
Plays his guitar as he sits on his bed
Mumblin’ on every other word

I got a pretty good feelin’ he’s been lost for awhile
Stumblin’ around with no reason to smile
He’s losing his mind but he’s biding his time
Figurin’ he’ll find it in the end

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Poor Dwayne

Poor Dwayne

Got a bag full of trouble

And a prescription for pain

My buddy, Dwayne, he dresses kinda strange
Grows his medication and refuses to age
He references things that I can never place
But I go along and listen what he says

He talks real big but he stands kinda small
His band’s only played at this hole in the wall
But he’s planning to add pyrotechnics to his show
Thinkin’ that they’ll blow up in the end

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My friend, Dwayne, he writes his tunes
Wastin’ away every afternoon
Playin’ guitar and tappin’ his spoons
All his songs are stuck inside my head

He said to me, brother can’t you see
Livin’ in this world is a bit much for me
I can come and go and do as I please
I guess I’ll stick around to see how it all ends

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