Forty-Four No More

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The Residents - Pop

Forty-Four No More

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Once I lived on a dead end street With a little bitty woman with big ol' feet It was always dark, we was always poor The number outside was forty-four One day bad blood creeped in my mind Sucked on my soul and made me blind I thought she lied, so I opened the drawer Pulled out my bullets and my forty-four Forty-four, it was forty-four He couldn't stand that number no more Forty-four, it was forty-four Don't wanna hear that number no more I found her in the store with a preacher man Who laughed when she slapped the gun out of my hand A train went by as I ran out the door The number on the engine was forty-four I rode that train to New Orleans And took my tears to a voodoo queen I couldn't live like that no more It was my birthday, I was forty-four Forty-four, he was forty-four He couldn't stand that number no more Forty-four, he was forty-four Don't wanna hear that number no more Forty-four, he was forty-four He couldn't stand that number no more Forty-four, he was forty-four Don't wanna hear that number no more

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  • The Residents