on  the drive to the pork store i pass some  familiar new jersey landmarks. i  turn on the radio and i hear this really cool tune by a band called alabama 3.i like the tune and identify with the words. you woke up this morning,got yourself a gun. mama always said you'd be the chosen one. she said'your one in a million,you've got to burn to shine but you were born under a bad sign with a blue moon in your eyes. you woke up this morning, the world turned upside down, things ain't been the same, since the blues walked into town. but you're one in a million, you've got that shotgun shine. born under a bad sign with a blue moon in you're eyes. when you woke up this morning, everything you had was gone. by half past ten your head was going 'ding dong'. ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes, like a voice  teling you there was something you should  know. last night you were flying but today you're so low. ain't it times like these that make you wonder if you'll ever know the meaning of things as they  appear to the others, wives, mothers, sisters and brothers. don't you wish you didn't function, wish you didn't think beyond the next pay cheque and the next little drink. well you do, so make up your mind to go on, cos you woke up this morning and everything you had was gone! by half past ten  your  head was going ding dong........................ too fucking right. born under a bad sign............... that's me. last night you wre flying , today your so low............................ tell me about it. mama always said you were the chosen one............................. the chosen one to get whacked maybe. must stop off  at the mall and get a copy.

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