Turn on all the light and punch them out
All four burners going, pile it on fire
Metal sparks in the nuclear box
Fist through a window pane and our
Broken coffee cups litter the kitchen floor
Smoke rolling across the
Ceiling suck down the bride's champagne
And swallow a few more sleepy ones
Pass the bottle to none and swing from the gate
Speak in the name of
Suffering as loud as it gets
Knuckled holes in everything spittle and love
Fling into a crying eye that runs away
A dead dog in the street nothing
Brings a slain king back
You'll never know the bittersweet smell of leaving
This world of your own volition
So jacked up
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