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Party City
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I drove to Party City
They had helium on sale right by the door
And I thought, what the hell
I've spent four times this much on booze before
Back to my hotel
Got some tubing from the truck
Routed that from the tank
Into the bag I zip-tied around my neck
'Cause Jon would put my records out
And you could live with little doubt
That I was too fucked up to call your daddy anyway
And my poor mother, I suppose
Would get the short end like she always did
Give everything, get nothing back
Well fucked if I'll keep working like a sap
I flew up to ROC City
Checked myself into St. Mary's
Just to placate the dismissive line
Of "get the help you need"
And I've made two friends so far
One's named Tom, the other's Thomas
It's the same damn motherfucker
And he talks loud in his sleep
And I can't wait 'til I get out
And Jon can put my record out
And I can get fucked up and get called "daddy" by a stray
And you can miss me when I'm gone
But that don't need no country song
It's obvious, pedantic child's play
Even Tom has more interesting shit to say
I drove to Party City
They had helium on sale right by the door
And I thought, what the hell
I've spent four times this much on booze before
Back to my hotel
Got some tubing from the truck
Routed that from the tank
Into the bag I zip-tied around my neck
'Cause fucked if I'll keep working like a sap
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growing stone Rochester, New York
Growing Stone is songwriter Skylar Sarkis from Rochester, NY
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