Resin stain -- Cleaning my bong stem again
It's a weekly thing
Like to get a clean white sheet of paper
Then I start to go wild with my scraper
Put the scraper in
Scrape it around
Pull some resin out
Place it in a mound
Resin stain -- you're reminding me
It's time to clean my pipe out again
Keep savin' it up, savin' it up
Until some desperate day
Gonna throw me a party
We're gonna have a big 'ole ball
With resin three inches thick
I'm not horny
I'm not sick
But I gotta scrape my lungs with a stick
Oh, yeah
My eyelids close
My brain's on hold
Gonna die of cancer sooner or later I'm told
But my brain will be dead 'fore I ever get old
Death is coming for me, I hear him at the door
And in heaven, I won't scrape 'ole blackie no more
No, I won't have to scrape blackie no more
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