there are dark clouds brewing in my teacup and I’m ready for my bug juice god’s own brand liquid fire destroyer of men I’ll drag the low end later but right now I’m thirsty and it’s just my style to lose my composure go out on the razzle and drink myself sober I’ll get my jollies in a drunken stupor and who knows I might even get my leg over so c’mon let’s spill some liquor we’ll have ourselves a wicked old session raise your glass and loosen your tongue coz I feel a bender coming on
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