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King of Beers

Oh Buddy,
with your red cap made of tin,
so full of life and so full of sin.

And tonight I'll break bones with glee,
for you're always with me and within me,
a beautiful coat of warmth in the winter,
the sucking kiss on a rancid splinter.

And Buddy,
you're dark at times,
so hard to define with lines and rhymes.

So tonight I'll sacrifice love in your name,
to bring another morning of squinting to claim,
a brain now screaming and swearing so crude,
I spit 'fuck' at sunlight as if it weren't rude.

Buddy,
maybe next weekend,
for now we're parting ways,
there's just no fucking way we can do this for more than two days.
Written by VOID (Rhys Waterman)
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