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A piece about the seedier aspects of being young and poor

Don't you wish we could just go back
Lets kill off this bottle of Jack
Nothing better to do anyways
We'll wind up dead one of these days

The days have lost their meaning
Since that summer evening
When I found her fucking my best friend
So we stare at the trawlers
Wishin for a few more dollars
Getting high is hard when you've nothing to spend
I found me a taste of heaven
Out behind the Seven-Eleven
Hope I don't wake up, don't want it to end

And I'd really like to meet her
You know there'd be nothing sweeter
But I'm too drunk and I'm falling out of my chair
The needle takes away my pains
I feel the need burning in my veins
I wish you'd say you've got a little to spare
When the morning comes around
I'll just sleep where I fall down
I would have gone home, but i got no bus fare

So while the radio plays Suzanne
I'll pretend you're a black man
Who took me there at the point of a knife
What I really want is your daughter
Lead her to me like a lamb to slaughter
And I will show her the time of her life
And I can pay you back any way you please
On my back, or on my knees
And I won't say a thing to your wife

Burned as bright as a comet
Crash-landed in my own vomit
Knew I'd wind up dead one of these days
Who gives a damn anyways