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Lyrics by Erik Davis, Mark Nichols *thanks to Julie Lewis for help with Brook

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BUD
Look at that camp in distance
It’s like a city of tarps, holy fuck!
We’re like American gypsies
Look at these beautiful freaks,
I want a piece of it
Nothing grows here
But dreams and desires
It’s time to party
BROOK
So that’s why we came
To fry our brains in the sun?
So you could ogle the babes
Is that what you call fun?
Are these folks really that free
Or are they just running away?
Why the fuck am I here anyway?

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Is a writer, composer, and filmmaker
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