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I woke up in the drunk tank on Christmas morn’ You told me “Don’t even think about comin’ home” Laying here st..

She uses her plastic green watering can To water her fake green shrubbery With little plastic gnomes She is the queen of her fake..

The future is written By little Guatemalan children With a giant cross for the T The future is written By generations of b..

I throw shadows at passersby As a hard rain falls With weathered veins My pessimism fills no cup Leaves fall, the multicolored foliage ..

Women like this’ll just lay you out stiff Shoes untied, but I’m staring down a goodbye There ain’t much else on my..

My eyes turn to an inattentive god Jesters dancing in the streets These emperors are nude And deaf And dumb My eyes tur..

The way the light hits this town The shadows look like skeletons All the weeds look like dead rats that couldn’t quite Make it through ..

The morning finally rises to meet us And rip us from the night Like an aborted fetus Bloody and silent Nothing left to say Just sta..

We breed dream-like delusions Beneath the moon’s beacon Like a police helicopter’s searchlight Avoiding the moments While..