It’s getting late as the pages splay this brusque brocade of truth
You fix your hair to go out there with the mongrel snorting brood
For a bitch’s brew of wasted youth and a pill box full of tears
Well you go do your fucking cocaine, I’ll be sitting here
Unleash my lips on urgent sips till I can’t stand to sit
Soon you’ll have left this house bereft for a forty dollar whiff
While line by line of a different kind I’ll write till nothing’s clear
Well you go do your fucking cocaine, I’ll be sitting here
I think we’ve reached the end again though you don’t seem to care
My love this living hell’s been swell, and now if I may dare
Just give me one last lay and a place to stay then leave me with my beer
Then you go do your fucking cocaine, I’ll be sitting here
We’ve said all there is to say so I’ll say farewell dear
Now you go do your fucking cocaine, I’ll be sitting here
Drunk as shit
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