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This is a play that takes place in a freezer Count your blessings, it's far removed From your group of peers From your circle Five little rooms, one for each of my husbands One for each of my bride-grooms And their prostitutes And their children Take a breath of the scenery All this someday could be yours Cross your heart, click your heels And get the hell away All this could be yours, someday All this could be yours, someday All this could be yours, someday All this could be yours Hold on a pole right next to a McDonald's In a suburban shopping mall At half mast again Between shootings All this could be yours, someday... From Letras Mania