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Mary Night Piece Work

Her tatts are blurred by wine
She kinda smells like cat piss

I tap on the butcher papered typer
as the rooms bulb dances from the cord
(fucking trains)

My rig is darted in the wall
Won't need it anymore, finally met God

Ashtrays everywhere
All overfilled
That babe can sure suck some butt

Gotta finish this piece
Get some sack time

Tomorrows horror dawns early
Written by Nick (Nick Pierce)
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