.Hey, You. Come and sing me a honest song and leave out all the gory details. its true, were just too god damn tired to say something of our own. As the tyrants of the trenches, in the folds of our stomachs. We fight our hunger pains for our busted guts lust for broken bread and our tired heads. Trus.
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