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Apr 2013
Slam it on the floor
And run out that door,
Charlatan down the street,
Mud stung boots on ***** feet.
The suburban
Life;
Papa head full of bourbon
Left his wife
For some ***** ****
Who’ll ****
Cheap, and a beer filled gut
And poor mama outta luck
With some useless kid,
She’ll sell him to the first bid.
Black and white
The TV will yell,
This place is surely hell,
Next room a bottle crashes
Another fight
And a family burns to ashes.
The dogs will bark:
"Has the world gone mad?!"
The dogs will bark:
"The world has gone mad!"
Chris T
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Chris T
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