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Incubus (Brazil) — Trouble in 421

The evening began as a positive swaret
And my abode was 4-2-0 G.
But little did I know that in the very next apartment
There’d be trouble on the brew for me!
Ubiquitous I wish I could be
Because the clock cuts short my own day!
One hundred things to do before I rest my sore ass
Upon the cushion that supports my array!
Can this be?
Trouble!!!
So if I may, slip you a tip.
You’d best stay away from 4-2-1.
Trouble!!!
So get high the green way.
So get by the green way…yes!
I knocked upon their door
In hopes of bidding them their welcome
And instead I was caught by an eye.
His pupil was wide open
Kinda like a liquor barn at 3:00.
It was indoubadoubly dose derived.
It was then that they took me
And shined their light between my eyes.
He said «What are ya new?
Why are you here? What’s the catch?

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