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42 Down
42 down
that’s emergency room
cause he wanted to be a surgeon see-
fixing hearts rather than leaving them be,
because he couldn’t get his mind off Descartes-
real being truth or not.
So he dis-cards shit he shouldn’t
and says things he wouldn’t
if he wasn’t high
Believe me he’s tried
to quit. Even tried burning cotton.
Um, 11 down is he smokes often
Yo, take a beer,
and cock back a couple pills,
and mop up a couple spills.
Cause sometimes I drink too much;
and sometimes I wrist two blunts
sucker for pain, I love it.
Sometimes I
skip meals for huff huts
spilled along the countryside
meet someone getting high with no green:
getting by with no dream-
of living in the moment-
of a lyric...
24 across
You know this,
come off it, speak up and hurl this
out the windows and into the widows peaks
rented by alcoholic teenagers.
Rent spent on a hopped up pager,
hold your breath, no rager
Just a shot in the dark
Singing in the rain, dear.
A soon to be unwed mother
with no brothers-
nobody big enough to respect her.
to hold her back when she fought
or hold her hand when she lost.
Failure
Yeah, that’s 12 across
that’s emergency room
cause he wanted to be a surgeon see-
fixing hearts rather than leaving them be,
because he couldn’t get his mind off Descartes-
real being truth or not.
So he dis-cards shit he shouldn’t
and says things he wouldn’t
if he wasn’t high
Believe me he’s tried
to quit. Even tried burning cotton.
Um, 11 down is he smokes often
Yo, take a beer,
and cock back a couple pills,
and mop up a couple spills.
Cause sometimes I drink too much;
and sometimes I wrist two blunts
sucker for pain, I love it.
Sometimes I
skip meals for huff huts
spilled along the countryside
meet someone getting high with no green:
getting by with no dream-
of living in the moment-
of a lyric...
24 across
You know this,
come off it, speak up and hurl this
out the windows and into the widows peaks
rented by alcoholic teenagers.
Rent spent on a hopped up pager,
hold your breath, no rager
Just a shot in the dark
Singing in the rain, dear.
A soon to be unwed mother
with no brothers-
nobody big enough to respect her.
to hold her back when she fought
or hold her hand when she lost.
Failure
Yeah, that’s 12 across
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