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Mind your business
Mind your business
Mind your never-shut, Quonset hut business
My craft is exploding
It's like I'm making cloisonne
Choking on my dust
With my three blind cats
You have a friend in law enforcement
Don't go calling law enforcement
Business
Mind your business
Got too busy explaining
Now it's just raining pain
Pain in the form of a rain drop
Yes, a rain drop made of pain
Tell 'em the story, rain drop
"I don't want to tell 'em, mister!"
Tell 'em the story, rain drop
"I don't want to tell 'em!"
Keep your voice down
Keep your voice down
Keep your window-shaking, godforsaken voice down
I'm sick of this beeswax
I'm sick of these second-story sleestaks
Breathing on my dice
Giving me back rubs
When I'm deep in concentration
You start getting no conversatin'
Sleestak
What's a sleestak?
That's your heart attack
Towel rack
Fallback
You got no doctors
All your doctors have gone home
What's a sleestak?
What's a sleestak?
You have a friend in law enforcement
Don't go calling law enforcement
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