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Mobile Home Lyrics

Turbonegro – Mobile Home Lyrics

from album: Ass Cobra (1996)
I think I'm an all around Norwegian -
On my eighteenth birthday -
My daddy gave me a gun -
And I am what you'd call -
A real good sport -
And I was born and raised -
In a trailor court -

Mobile Home -
Filled with foam -
Polyester catacomb -
Mobile Home -

My neighborhood's got the distinction -
Of being all the same -
There are rows and rows -
Of divorcees in a metal frame -
My life goes on - It's my last resort -
And I'm gonna die - In a trailor court -

Mobile Home -
Filled with foam -
Polyester catacomb -
Mobile Home -

Oh no! -

Mobile Home -
Filled with foam -
Polyester catacomb -
Mobile Home -

Now do you see just a little bit of a paradox -
Your living or dead -
Your stuck in a box -
Your life goes on - It's your last resort -
On a dead end road - In a trailor court -

Mobile Home -
Filled with foam -
Polyester catacomb -
Mobile Home -
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Songwriters: RICHARD C. GILES, SUSAN LONGACRE
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