there’s no rest for the wicked I should know I get no rest even in my sleep I sing the watered down blues old men’s songs idiot verse for the hard of thinking god has blessed the common people they got nothing but pipe dreams and empties but they shall inherit the earth it’s a bovine compact strictly for the herd that’s an evolutionary advance over the individual the individual don’t stand a chance I should know I got bread but no butter I’m a rare commodity like dragon’s teeth no-one has ever seen any but we’ve all seen the movies where everyone’s an individual hero of some dime store melodrama airing on daytime television along with our life insurance options and burial plans coz in the midst of life there is death and in the midst of death there are tears old men sing the watered down blues and the herd fashion icons from their dust
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