Text: Ten Foot Pole. Bad Mother Trucker. Armchair Quarterback.

at work your mouth stays firmly shut
while your boss asks for advice
later at the bar behind his
back you criticize

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an armchair quarterback you never have to lose
you never have to wipe the dog shit off your
shoes
an armchair quarterback
do you get those armchair blues?

when your girl asks what you like
you shrug, make it her
choice
when shes not around you share her failures with the boys

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instant replay
perfect hindsight
in slow
motion
youre always right
watching life on tape delay
you know what happened yesterday