Stupid Drunk

terminal velocityterminal velocity Posts: 73
edited September 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Life in the lap of luxury, all expenses paid
Somehow you'd see fit to throw it all away.
Twenty-some years, you've been at it, getting free rides
Still only ever one thing on your wandering mind

"Gotta, gotta get it down,
get it down my throat.
Get it down my throat
and mess with, mess with my mind"

Sacrifice anything to the altered state
No, this isn't yesterday, but exactly the same.
And no one can stop you, you're getting away
with selling your future and getting short changed

"Gotta, gotta get it down,
get it down my throat.
Get it down my throat
and mess with, mess with my mind"

It's not a life, it's a remainder
It's a free fall and a crash
Maybe you'll earn some sense and take it back
Take it back

Still saying,
"Gotta, gotta get it down,
get it down my throat.
Get it down my throat
and mess with, mess with my mind"
wind howls through our new haircuts
the water rushes 'round
heaven knows there's not one thing left to say
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