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Don’t worry ‘bout nothin’, real estate queen
And watch the tub, bub
Let’s all get drunk, and we’ll take pictures
Under the empty blue sky

Don’t worry ‘bout nothin’

Got a match, mack?
They said karma karma karma – that skinny guy with black hair
Look up at the sky
Look look look look – up at the sky

Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb

I saw the best minds of my generation
destroyed by madness

Holy the jazz bands, marijuana hipsters
Peace, peyote pipes
and drums






i am working on it, alright.