Sordid Lives
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:02:01
[ singing: Now there's trouble
coming down the chute ]

:02:05
[ singing: To take our first breath ]
:02:07
[ singing: And we struggle for acceptance
from birth to death ]

:02:12
[ singing: But the Lord's too busy
trying to keep the world on its feet ]

:02:16
[ singing: He ain't got time to give a damn
about what goes on between the sheets ]

:02:22
[ singing: Ain't it a bitch ]
:02:25
[ singing: Sorting out our sordid lives ]
:02:28
[ singing: It's a bitch
when you come to realize ]

:02:33
[ singing: Crack yourself a box
of CrackerJack ]

:02:36
[ singing: You can get a really shitty prize ]
:02:39
[ singing: It's a bitch sorting out
our sorry, little ]

:02:45
[ singing: Sordid lives ]
:02:50
- ] Oh, yeah ] ]
- [ Clapping ]

:02:52
- That's real good, Bitsy.
- Thank you, Juanita.

:02:57
When I was a kid, I was fat.
:03:00
[ Horn Honking ]
:03:03
A fat boy.
[ Sighs ]

:03:06
Waddle-butt.
:03:09
That's what the other kids
used to call me.

:03:13
I just wish they could see
my ass today, 'cause I've worked
really hard on my ass, you know?

:03:18
[ Sighs ]
Anyway.

:03:23
One year--
:03:25
I think I was in the fifth grade--
:03:28
my mama took me shopping
for school clothes...

:03:30
and I had gotten fatter.
:03:33
I had to try on jeans.
:03:36
Well, the only ones that would fit
were the husky ones, you know?

:03:39
They had that label on the back
that said ""Husky.''

:03:44
It was kind of announced
to everyone behind me I was a husky.

:03:49
I started crying.
:03:53
I didn't want everybody
to know I was a husky.

:03:57
And my mama...

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