Sometimes its crystal clear, Sometimes its full of shit
Sometimes you can't get anything out of it, Sometimes its raining to kingdom come
Sometimes the lid is up sometimes its down (like your fortune)
Sometimes you run to it, sometimes you run from it
It stinks most of the time
Its the shit in you that makes it full of shit
Its your family that's responsible for the rest
Its my shit and your shit that has made it full of shit
You can't live without it (for the most part)
You need to clean it up once in a while
You can flush anything down it, and yet
You wonder what's on the other side
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