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I remember being final and free Bummed a quarter The bookies were stuck laughing Never abroad I’m chewing on a loosie Dragging brain drain of your choosing Folks dodging Singing karaoke of credit Blanks enter my skull Into walls of your apartment Square footage with my hands and I am sightless Dealers shuffle Zen gardens in the card deck I am wise I am so fried Rang dizzy inside Fuck me I’m alive Cast iron curls up a think for me Presented to the crowd Remains invite only Sucker for a fossilized purple bruising I inhaled pure carbon like a movie Each Wednesday I load my boot with a beast State flag on newsprint but optics take the lead SongtexteSnapshot of long-form winded by the breeze Fake gas pump for photo opportunities I am wise I am so fried Rang dizzy inside Fuck me I’m alive All duties paid to the Uncle Sam of losing my shit We aren’t on nick name basis But social setting allows I extend my hand to all probable possibilities That I may be baptized in seltzer from glaciers As the cherry water runs down my spine I recall coupon codes from minimum wage jobs Unionized by labor kept in sheep skin Saving up for tires that light up when you drive them She was a real cool hand in the icy figure eight My dreams were projected on national monuments I sat in the lawn wondering “should I dose again”? Or just break into song with Illinois flowers Aus Songtexte Mania