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Telephone, telephone

What did you scream into your telephone, telephone

What did you scream into your telephone, telephone...


I'm a shit stain slave with a grind of my own

I work day and night, less respect than a juggalo

I'm frying on the outside and frozen in the center

I'm telling you, I'm telling you to watch out for my temper

'Cause you won't like me when I'm angry

You'll see banners everywhere

The street where I'm from in the town where I live

Is now barely even there


Telephone, telephone

What did you scream into your telephone, telephone

What did you scream into your telephone, telephone...



I haven't had fun in what seems like years

I had a thumbs up for you, but it was caught in the gears

These tears are just onion eyes, this heart is just broken

This body is a break room where the burnouts are smoking



This body is a break room where the burnouts are smoking



Telephone, telephone

What did you scream into your telephone, telephone

What did you scream into your telephone, telephone...

Telephone



I'm a clown, I'm just here to entertain

Tear me up and stuff me down the drain

I'm a clown, I'm just here to entertain

Telephone, telephone

Tear me up and stuff me down the drain...