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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Low Cut Connie
Performer
Adam Weiner
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Weiner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Weiner
Producer
Lyrics
I stole a box of appliances
From a strip mall in your hometown
I sent 'em to you at the station
In case you wanna spin, you juice around
From your past life in the kick line
You used to give all your tips to God
I sent my meat truck door-to-door
While you were cheering for the squad
Well, you're the black sheep of the family
And when the black sheep learns to kill
You can leave big thighs, New Jersey
With a great big space to fill
There's nothin' slayin' in the second grade
As little Lenny when he bought the farm
There's Christina on her promenade
And there's Christina with a broken arm
What kind of film were we using back then
To try to take one for the team?
Who wrote the words to the songs we sang?
The death reggae of our dreams
Well, you're the black sheep of the family
And when the black sheep learns to kill
You can leave big thighs, New Jersey
With a great big space to fill
Long before I invented you
Before your lips were pierced with pain
I threw your thighbones on the fireplace
I watched you streaking in the rain
Now you're living in a school bus
I hear that you're running with a stud
I'd like to see you with your uniform
Laying open in the mud
Well, you're the black sheep of the family
And when the black sheep learns to kill
You can leave big thighs, New Jersey
With a great big space to fill
You're the black sheep of the family
And when the black sheep learns to kill
You can leave big thighs, New Jersey
With a great big space to fill, yeah
Writer(s): Adam Randall Weiner
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