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And when I looked up I found that everyone I was drinking with had disappeared entirely - but that don't matter to me none cos I'm so tough I smoke three cigarettes at once, bend steel bars with just two fingers and win drinking contests by sculling down petrol and methylated spirits mixed with a little bleach and seasoned with a sprinkling of japleno peppers ... oh yeah.
There ain't no dispute with this self image.
Threw a broken whiskey bottle into the mirror so I could see that liar shatter, you can't constrain me with geometry or other supposed life like photo-realistic representations. Bro, I am my very own agent and I cut myself a ten percent commission for every single thing I make.
You want theory tales or other such fables then go take a ticket and see a shrink, or forget about it and remember that you got life flowing through your veins, it's better than a heroin injection, it's more bang for your buck than a Bangkok child prostitute, it's rawer than road rash and sharper than the pit bosses gaze.
Ain't you tired of starving yet kid?
We got the cook roasting slowly over an open fire, there are champaign corks popping all around the scene like fireworks and yeah it's french, it's the genuine shit my friends, it's only the best for the likes of us. As skid rows royal family I feel that we deserve the finer things in life; two ply toilet paper, a private box at the dog fights, high grade whores that still got all their own teeth.
So pull up a pew and let's chow down the feast.
There ain't no dispute with this self image.
Threw a broken whiskey bottle into the mirror so I could see that liar shatter, you can't constrain me with geometry or other supposed life like photo-realistic representations. Bro, I am my very own agent and I cut myself a ten percent commission for every single thing I make.
You want theory tales or other such fables then go take a ticket and see a shrink, or forget about it and remember that you got life flowing through your veins, it's better than a heroin injection, it's more bang for your buck than a Bangkok child prostitute, it's rawer than road rash and sharper than the pit bosses gaze.
Ain't you tired of starving yet kid?
We got the cook roasting slowly over an open fire, there are champaign corks popping all around the scene like fireworks and yeah it's french, it's the genuine shit my friends, it's only the best for the likes of us. As skid rows royal family I feel that we deserve the finer things in life; two ply toilet paper, a private box at the dog fights, high grade whores that still got all their own teeth.
So pull up a pew and let's chow down the feast.