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Confessional Boxing Lyrics by Old 97s
Old 97s Lyrics
Writin' my confession while I'm drivin' my car
Tried to get away, but I didn't get far
Just around the corner from my in-laws
I make a pretty crummy outlaw
I thought I was funny livin' life like a lush
Laughin' outside while I wanted to crush
Everything on the inside
You got to keep it on the inside
Confessional boxing
I'm a professional
Confessional boxing
I'm a professional
Money in the hand starts a buzzin' in the brain
Having her here's like gettin' hit by a train
I had a four leaf clover
But those days are over
Belinda says Heaven is a place on Earth
So is Hell, you got to go there first
They handed out new orders
To shut down the borders
Confessional boxing
I'm a professional
Confessional boxing
I'm a professional (Hey)
Teeth Jane's breakin' on a peppermint stick
Say you're sorry, better lay it on thick
Ain't no way to wriggle out of this one
Wind up kissin' on a shotgun
Confessional boxing
I'm a professional
Confessional boxing
I'm a professional
Confessional boxing
I'm a professional
Confessional boxing
I'm a professional
Drivin' underwater in the dead of the night
Diggin' in the console lookin' for a light
Cigarettes will be the death of me now
Life will be
The death of me
Life will be
The death of me
Life will be
The death of me
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