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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 ***** ****
Whoโ€™ll ****
Cheap, and a beer filled gut
And poor mama outta luck
With some useless kid,
Sheโ€™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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