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My American Dream

I have a dream

It's not at all like the Martin  Luther King Dream.

I want to end up somewhere

in bumfuck badlands

You know, a honky tonk town

Some nasty little shack

I want to be really out of place

With friends or with

people that I just met

who can sympathize;

Fucked up and higher

than a blue moon.

I want a bunch of 

cowboy Hells Angel

type of motherfuckers

hanging around getting

piss drunk and then 

I want highway to hell

to start playing and

You better believe I'm 

going to jump off my

bar stool and start

dancing with 

every single

one of those bad

ass drunk and horny

burly men 


And then when the song

is over, I want them all to 

clap cheer and say

"Hey you're alright babe."

Then I'd get a ride with them

back off to a motel where

we would get rowdy

Then in the morning,

It would be off to 

another arbitrary 

American destination 

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