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Teksty: Queers, The. Grounded.

Caught smoking a cigarette and sucking down on brew

They gave me no supper, they locked me in my room

My mother caught me in her purse, hey that's just my luck

But I needed money for more beer and butts

GO

GO

GO

GO

Grounded, now it's time to suck my thumb

Grounded, I bet dad's on top of mom

Grounded, and I don't know what to do

Grounded, and it ain't too fucking cool

Grounded

Trousers 'round his ankles as he gave me the belt

Dumber than a fence post, that is how I felt

You'd never see this happen on the Brady Bunch

Well I'd love to give my fat old man a great bug fucking punch

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Grounded yeah