He will smoke ’til he chokes, drink ’til he thinks a thousand miles an hour – these memories will need to be quashed, placed in their dirty graves
Has he been reeling, damn right he has
Blast yourself in the egghead if needs be – breathe the way you best see fit
Nobody wants to see you anymore, you’re floating on up
Down rather, or so we can only hope
Here’s your fucking rope, now use the life right from it – that’s how WE best see fit

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