Letra de Mobile Home - Turbonegro

I think I'm an all-around Norwegian
On my eighteenth birthday
My daddy gave me a gun
And I am what you'd call
A real good sport
And I was born and raised
In a trailer court

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My neighborhood's got the distinction
Of being all the same
There are rows and rows
Of divorcees in a metal frame
My life goes on
It's my last resort
And I'm gonna die
In a trailer court

Mobile Home
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OH, NO

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Now do you see just a little bit of a paradox
Your living or dead
Your stuck in a box
Your life goes on
It's your last resort
On a dead end road
In a trailer court

Mobile Home
Filled with foam
Polyester catacomb
Mobile Home