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by Matt KronishMy friend says she knows a man who wants her to go with himAnd I’m so glad I could see her, just to tell me she’s leavingAnd her friends say they know the man who makes me look rife with sinAnd I’m so mad I could see her just the way that she has beenIn and out, slaughter house, send your doubts into the seaThe knife says she knows a can who makes her look right for tinIf I want to I can see her, and she knows what’s happeningI made another bad mistake, and it takes I told you so and just throws it out the windowIn and out, slaughter house, send your doubts into the seaGot your doubts, got my slaughter house but I said, â€�Ain’t no better money,â€�Take my time it ain’t no sweat of mine, so I say â€�Some day you’ll think its funny,â€�I can’t hang around I’m goin’ west and down (at the ground), straight to the heart of the seaGot your doubts about my slaughter house, and I thought you were a smarter hussyI guess it makes her feel real good, I guess that makes me feel O.K.But if I acted like I should, I guess that feeling would go awayBut I won’t be selfish; she ain’t the type that you hold out onShe’ll make a cloud so dark I’m bringing an umbrella, in the pines I’ll shiver all night long From Letras Mania