"Hey man, heard you're a real clean shot!"
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(When I've got a couple drinks in me, and I've got a couple drinks in me!)
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"Hey man, heard you get the job done!"
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(When I've got a couple drinks in me, I'm known to practice apathy!)
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When you see me stagger
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Know I'm being antagonized by what you can't hear
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And just moving with the current
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State of self-involvement
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Where I don't involve myself in human affairs
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Just leave me an address of where I live
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I'll make it slow and painful
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I don't ask for much
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(They will lead us out of town, straight out of town,
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we can dodge the freight cars, just passerbys in the morning)
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A few bills, and the occasional, occasional, occasional human touch
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(I won't move if you won't move, and I won't move if you won't move,
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trade cigarettes for stories, you and I the Lords of the Rails,
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straight out of town and that is why we follow the pennies lay for we have stories and smokes)
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Drink to take the edge off
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I told you that I'd bring you my head
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I told you I was better off dead
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Have you heard the kind of shit that I've said?
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Cause I'm a mad, mad man, no, I'm not a mad man.
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I told you if you slipped me a drink...
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I told you not to speak when I'm thinking
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I told you I was having a hard time sleeping
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I'm a sad, sad man, yeah I'm a real sad man!
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There's empty bar stools
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(To each of my sides)
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And empty glasses
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(So who the fuck's talking?)
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And who's covering the tab?
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Just a lonely man with a deathwish
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(And a head full of crossed wires)
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Making a deal with himself
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(He keeps talking)
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He keeps nodding
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A SICK SON OF A BITCH
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WILL ALWAYS END LIKE THIS
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A Brief Tutorial In Bachanalia
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Fear Before The March Of Flames |