(26, January 1998) Trish was seventeen the first time she got layed, now she prays to Jesus Christ ev'ry night to get saved... ...oh, I don't know why things are so slow. Religion just seems to blow my mind. For cold pizza and hot beer, I'll make the time. Gary was asleep when he died in a dream, and he shook ev'ry year 'til he was eighteen... ...oh, I believe in that horoscope thing even to vampires and corpses at night, for cold pizza and hot beer, I'll put up the fight. Mike says that ticklin' him really turns him on as I say as I leave that I won't be gone long... ...oh, I feel trapped in, once more and again. if I jumped out the window would it be a sin? For cold pizza and hot beer, is what I live. As I'm slumped on the couch, I can feel you're near and somebody else's reflection is in the mir'r... ...oh, I can't see why your loving me. Cold hearted is the life that I chose, but for cold pizza and hot beer, I'll hold you close. And we're all sharing a cigar as the sun sets to the ground, on the television set I see, he gets another touchdown... ...oh, I don't know what to say, ev'ry one seems gay. Happiness aint too far away, but once your there it's nice, for cold pizza and hot beer, I'm willing to pay the price.
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This poem is about happiness, the happiness that occurs during a super bowl party.
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