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He's just a drunk
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An old salty dog
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Stagger, you drink and then fall
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Unaware that your life is held up against the wall
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Aching, just dying inside
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Still you cling on tight to your obstinate pride
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I knew a man at the end of the bar
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Wore a look of erosion, some old battle scars
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Told many stories, none of them bright
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If you bought him liberations, he spun them all night
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Started out in Normandy, moved right onto France
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The battle of Berlin and more veteran partance
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At the end this generation, not like the last
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Kids today need to learn from the past
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Getting to loud barkeeper gives the hook
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All the patrons laugh so hard the dive nearly shook
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Into the alley he goes furious and irate
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Expletives and threats babbled in hate
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Finally he collapses down to the asphalt
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Battered mug and lacerations, it's his fault
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Bystanders tap numbers for the ambulance call
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Salty dog going for an E.R. haul
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Salt you stagger away and then fall
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Continuously stubborn and defiant through it all
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Vet you'll rattle, bemoan and berate
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People not backing ideals out of date
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What he doesn't relize
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Is he's the enemy of him
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What he can't see
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Is he's stuck in yesterday
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Battle EMT's, they try to help him
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Inside self imposed defiance, he'd rather swim
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Inside of him, a crazy death wish
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I knew a man at the end of the bar
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With a VFW jacket and some old battle scars
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Did you hear the news?
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Stagger's wish came true
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Stagger
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| Street Dogs |
