In 2080 I'll surely be dead
So don't look ahead.
One of my favorite songs of last year, immortalized on my favorite video blog. Witness.
If you feel like singing along, the shout-out-loud chorus goes like this:
Yeah Yeah we can all grab at the chance and be handsome farmers,
Yeah you can have twenty one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters,
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us.
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests.
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