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Chapter the Fourth
1 And during the long hours on the road, “Dirk” composed songs to tunes he could not identify and so worried he had stolen them unconsciously.
2 Someone’s Always Fuckin’ With My Mirrors
3 I’m travelin’ in my car and really coverin’ ground
Then there’s a car ahead that I’d like to get around
But when I try to check behind
I might as well be blind
‘Cuz
4 Chorus:
Someone’s always fuckin’ with my mirrors
Nothing ever is as it appears
Everything’s out of whack
It’s difficult to look back
‘Cuz someone’s always fuckin’ with my mirrors
5 I park my car in the middle of an empty lot
Then I run to the store to see what can be bought
But when I get back to my car
My mirror sees only tar
‘Cuz
6 Chorus:
Someone’s always fuckin’ with my mirrors
Nothing ever is as it appears
Seems no one can resist
Giving my mirror a little twist
‘Cuz someone’s always fuckin’ with my mirrors
7 I’m doggin’ a speedin’ car that’s haulin’ ass
Then it seems too slow so I decide to pass
Hidden grill lights bid me to stop
It was a goddamned unmarked cop
And
8 Someone’s always fuckin’ with my mirrors
Nothing ever is as it appears
Laws produce the crime
Then cops make us do the time
‘Cuz someone’s always fuckin’ with our mirrors
9 Everybody’s fuckin’ with my mirrors
We want them angled right
To help us catch the light
But someone’s always fuckin’ with my mirrors
I said, everyone’s just fuckin’ with my mirrors!
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