Go ahead call me bastard
It goes away
Somewhere it started to matter
Up in my head
That thing in the back room growing
It's almost there
So bring me a check and I'll sign it
It's so late
It goes away
Somewhere it started to matter
Up in my head
That thing in the back room growing
It's almost there
So bring me a check and I'll sign it
It's so late
Just try to make it (it's so easy to say)
Everyday for a few years
Just to escape
Down in a hole for 3 days
And I gotta scrape
How can I try to control it
So pure and faint?
So bottle it up and protect it
A craft to elate
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