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Chapter the Fourth
1 And during the long hours on the road, Dirk composed songs
to tunes he could not identify and so worried he had stolen them unconsciously.
2 Someones Always Fuckin With My Mirrors
3 Im travelin in my car and really coverin ground
Then theres a car ahead that Id like to get around
But when I try to check behind
I might as well be blind Cuz
4 Chorus:
Someones always fuckin with my mirrors
Nothing ever is as it appears
Everythings out of whack
Its difficult to look back Cuz someones always fuckin with my mirrors
5 I park my car in the middle of an empty lot
Then I run to the store to see what can be bought
But when I get back to my car
My mirror sees only tar Cuz
6 Chorus:
Someones always fuckin with my mirrors
Nothing ever is as it appears
Seems no one can resist
Giving my mirror a little twist Cuz someones always fuckin with my mirrors
7 Im doggin a speedin car thats haulin ass
Then it seems too slow so I decide to pass
Hidden grill lights bid me to stop
It was a goddamned unmarked cop
And
8 Someones always fuckin with my mirrors
Nothing ever is as it appears
Laws produce the crime
Then cops make us do the time Cuz someones always fuckin with our mirrors
9 Everybodys fuckin with my mirrors
We want them angled right
To help us catch the light
But someones always fuckin with my mirrors
I said, everyones just fuckin with
my mirrors!
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