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eating alone - mishka shubaly lyrics

[chorus]
burnt onions and bl**dy steak
snake oil and sour grapes
well, it’s a barrel of monkeys
i’m a party of one
starin’ down the barrel of a bottle, like a loaded gun

[verse 1]
tequila and coffee
gatorade and beer
vodka and cocaine
whiskey and fear
white wine and 7up
cough syrup and gin
callin’ my old mother on the telephone again
i said “mother, your favorite son’s coming home
get my old room ready i’m gonna
need a place
a place to be alone”
[chorus]
burnt onions and bl**dy steak
snake oil and sour grapes
well, it’s a barrel of monkeys
i’m a party of one
wavin’ that remote control around the room
like it was a loaded gun

[verse 2]
well it’s a comfort me to me
that you photograph so well
as i sit staring at your pictures
chewin’ brimstone, here in h*ll
my mother stands next to her favorite son
holdin’ a cold wet rag to my head, like a loaded gun
you would laugh to see me jump every time that she coughs
but some day, baby, that cold wet rag, like a loaded gun
is gonna go off

[chorus]
burnt onions and bl**dy steak
snake oil and sour grapes
well, it’s a barrel of monkeys
i’m a party of one
staring down the barrel of a bottle, like a loaded gun
i’m holdin’ the telephone receiver to my head
like it was a loaded gun
yeah, i’m holdin’ the telephone receiver to my head
like it was a loaded gun

- mishka shubaly lyrics

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