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The last day of July, I woke up at twelve I guess
I threw a party that night, and my house was a mess
That also applied, to the contents of my head
But I was feeling all right, ‘cause the party was fat
I went downstairs, shit a homie slept
In my brother’s bed
Later we sat in the garden, with a common hangover
I heard a sound quite alarming, no shopper with a Range Rover
But a shopping trolley on the drive, pushed by a big guy
Who seemed to be my boss, the trolley was total loss
Because we stoked a fire in it, yesterday evening
Not until then, I remembered everything
About the gangster party, and the beer we bought
In his supermarket, it wasn’t my fault
I was just too lazy, to bring the trolley back
I thought he could miss one trolley, so we burned it for lack
Of a suitable alternative, for a pleasant campfire
We went skating in it, I didn’t notice the guy
Who was actually my neighbour
He stood at his door, and I thought about it later
My neighbour was our witness
And the motherfucker snitched us
This may sound rather funny, but the results are not
My boss blamed me ‘cause he knew me, from my holiday job
He threatened a call, to the cops if I did not
Show up within an hour
No time to take a shower
I looked for some clothes, and ran to the supermarket
On sight I froze, I thought they didn’t call the cops yet
But they were on their way, that’s what the big boss said
Hard to keep their word, when two men are bent
On emptying my pockets, like I launched a fucking rocket
In that shopping trolley, I almost lost all the money
That I earned in the supermarket, as a holiday worker
That balding jerker
Claimed damages from me
350 dollars, my dad said I was crazy
To pay so much money, for one stupid trolley
I guess you think it’s my own fault, but I didn’t know the impact
I couldn’t keep hold, on my feelings of revenge
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