Nothing in the fridge by whiskey and beer
Nothing in the cupboards but mice, rice and pasta
One cigarette to last me a month
The TV has been shut off
My couch has holes in it like me hat and socks
I wonder what my ma would say
If she saw that my wife had left me
With nothing but whiskey and beer and mice and rise and pasta.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
Nothing in the fridge by whiskey and beer
Nothing in the cupboards but mice, rice and pasta
One cigarette to last me a month
The TV has been shut off
My couch has holes in it like me hat and socks
I wonder what my ma would say
If she saw that my wife had left me
With nothing but whiskey and beer and mice and rise and pasta.
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