I don’t slave in the fields for a steady income and no-one will set me straight on tick that’s cool I know the score no credit for monkeys I bought this ball and chain might as well wear them that’s the proposition I’m all alone in my war on drugs I made for me a pair of wings I want to fly away no more human derelicts lurking in the shadows hating society loathing themselves I want paradise in my cup they have a gun to my head but I don’t seem to care I have bona fide connections in a completely different sphere
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