Plastic armies of broken men Line the walls inside my
A sky full of stars makes it easy for me
Gibberish is your wicked tongueA lame lame man rules with
Fist full of this, fist full of thatDevil's dandruff, Oh
Met you standing in the rainSoaking ####### wet without a
Golden's caught my eyeBrings me up, brings me rightI wake,
She only complains there's to much sunUsually when all my
Conviently your sleeping while I pack my thingsIn the early
Lightning light's your face...And the days roll onAnd I will
Your all smiling and your all dyingLiars and thieves work
Just before the morningI wish I'd met you againJust before
You and St.Jude you will become best of friendsShe sits
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