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It's tradition

In my house

To bring the boy over

Unannounced

On a mission

For a spouse

Don't you smile too big

Or he'll ask for you hand

And you'll end up alone and endowed

But it doesn't matter anyhow

I don't bat for your team now

Now I'm flying

Windows down

Burning grass on the temple grounds

One foot out

Shoot me down

Mourn my death on the news

Blame my mom and tattoos

And keep saving your spit for the drought

And I pray to a God that doesn't care

At least not enough to be there

Oh I'm not afraid of dying

But I swear to God if I lose

This self-proclaimed quitter

Will have a bone to pick with you

Bet you didn't think you'd see me