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Sometimes it's simple things that make it hard: spoiled baby-T's with credit cards; overtime always on my mind;
Could-have-beens eat away in side, now... Praise God and pass the bottle of Beam, because tonight I can't seem to say what I mean.
Don't know if I would even if I could, Amen. Somehow this seems like borrowed time. Pay it no mind, everything is fine.
But sometimes I'd rather hear laughter while this whole place died
A Johnny Jump-Up is a lovely thing; a pint of cider and some whiskey. I had four dead inside of me just to hear this jackass sing his line about how he used to hang out somewhere "back in the day", knowing terms only that an asshole would say. So, I sat there drinking more; thinking about drinking more. Nelson Algren came to me and said "Celebrate the ugly things". The beat up side of what they call "pride" could be the measure of these days.
...God save Otis Redding, because I know he's never gone, as sick falls from this mouth: hear me sing it wrong. Is it "cigarettes and coffee" now, or Dreams to be Remembered? I'll leave regrets for dead and sing along.
So, I'm reaching for the phone; I don't want to be alone; I want to get some friends here tonight. I got a basement full of booze and some blues to lose. I'll ignore the whole world, tonight.
It will be alright.
Could-have-beens eat away in side, now... Praise God and pass the bottle of Beam, because tonight I can't seem to say what I mean.
Don't know if I would even if I could, Amen. Somehow this seems like borrowed time. Pay it no mind, everything is fine.
But sometimes I'd rather hear laughter while this whole place died
A Johnny Jump-Up is a lovely thing; a pint of cider and some whiskey. I had four dead inside of me just to hear this jackass sing his line about how he used to hang out somewhere "back in the day", knowing terms only that an asshole would say. So, I sat there drinking more; thinking about drinking more. Nelson Algren came to me and said "Celebrate the ugly things". The beat up side of what they call "pride" could be the measure of these days.
...God save Otis Redding, because I know he's never gone, as sick falls from this mouth: hear me sing it wrong. Is it "cigarettes and coffee" now, or Dreams to be Remembered? I'll leave regrets for dead and sing along.
So, I'm reaching for the phone; I don't want to be alone; I want to get some friends here tonight. I got a basement full of booze and some blues to lose. I'll ignore the whole world, tonight.
It will be alright.