i want to do right

but its so hard to find

another boot party tonight

im still just fine

franky on the mop
billys on the floor
only from the top
i sit laughing and drinking

refusing to clean these boots

cleanliness is godliness

twisted and stunted roots

praying in godlessness

as they all line up at the ticket booth

take this knife

give the slow slice

through my jugular and wind pipe

stare
            into the
                          sun

She doesn't say much she just listens to her misery. Peppermint cocoon as Billys crooning 'thirty-three'. She remarks how much she loves tears up her sleeve. Then she fades, records play her perfect elegy.
I say the strangest things when I'm drunk on your name. Spitting cold rain above this place. I'm sitting down upon this stage. I say the strangest things...don't you notice me?
Sticking up for dancers, she has Gypsy blood inside. Flowing into my harp with a velvet undefined. Picking up where I left off, you just let me slide. Then she fades, records play, she doesn't even smile.
And they will say thirty different things about her. She's a *****, she's the sweetest little flower. But I can lie with the best of the best of the liars. She won't live past this stage, she's a filthy cancer.

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