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Maclean
Too many cans on Tuesday
stumbled to the cab come 4 o'clock
I say it's good for you
to get a little pissed
every now and then.
At least I felt refreshed
still facing my problems
and heralding my skills.
Passing the guilt to
the broken man that
instigated it.
A coward's gain brings along with it
his spite; to be frank I never wanted to fuck your 'wife'.
That bitch just gets drunk
siphoning like a leech
warping your mind
and living with weakness
a drowning man crying out.
I was half a man to halt my strike
with a tightened grip on a pencil
and eying in on your throat.
Papa you needn't tell me shit
what you need ain't green
it ain't gold
it ain't oxycodene
a slave to your woman
coating you in greed.
stumbled to the cab come 4 o'clock
I say it's good for you
to get a little pissed
every now and then.
At least I felt refreshed
still facing my problems
and heralding my skills.
Passing the guilt to
the broken man that
instigated it.
A coward's gain brings along with it
his spite; to be frank I never wanted to fuck your 'wife'.
That bitch just gets drunk
siphoning like a leech
warping your mind
and living with weakness
a drowning man crying out.
I was half a man to halt my strike
with a tightened grip on a pencil
and eying in on your throat.
Papa you needn't tell me shit
what you need ain't green
it ain't gold
it ain't oxycodene
a slave to your woman
coating you in greed.
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