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I haven't drank in ninety days Way to go you fookin' saint You haven't killed in thirty years But St. Zachary you ain't. Her husband sells used broken cars I get to kick the tires While he gets soaked at all the bars I'm putting out his fires. I'm pleading down to purgatory As Satan winks at me Though punishment be mandatory I'll not burn for perjury.  ;) r ~ 4/27/14
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
Saints and Sinners
I haven't drank in ninety days Way to go you fookin' saint You haven't killed in thirty years But St. Zachary you ain't. Her husband sells used broken cars I get to kick the tires While he gets soaked at all the bars I'm putting out his fires. I'm pleading down to purgatory As Satan winks at me Though punishment be mandatory I'll not burn for perjury.  ;) r ~ 4/27/14
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
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