.He's a busted main line,
But you ought to hear him out...
Bleeding fortified wine,
Out of the injury that I call my mouth.
Trying to insult
Some crazy fucker, from the south,
Whose arrow comes to pick me out.
And so, I'm waiting, for a shot of white noise...
I donât wa.
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