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when I sober up a little

find out

we can abandon the house

or our

sons and daughters

the chill comes

I’ve donned the right hat

metal and pointed

to act like a wrecking ball

swinging low

detach

pour

poor

coming

it’s a little crass

my feet are balloons

dragging

a drag

what’s the matter

there’s not much to cross out

anyway

what’s the reason

to be sour

what’s the matter

there’s not much water to

fight about

anyway

what’s the reason

for pride

we already gave the keys

away

the landlord can’t do much

anyway

and that’s the same

for the crowd

all baying and barking