'broadripple is burning'

If my woman was a fire,
She'd burn out before I wake,
And be replaced by pints of whiskey,
Cigarettes, and outer space.
Then somebody moves
And everything you thought you had has gone to shit.
Well, we've got a lot.
Don't ever forget that.

And I wrote this on airplane where the people looked like ants.
And when a woman that you loved was gone,
She was bombing East Japan.
Don't fucking move,
'Cause everything you thought you had will go to shit.
We've got a lot.
Don't you dare forget that.

And I'm wasted.
You can taste it.
Don't look at me that way,
'Cause I'll be hanging from a rope.
I will haunt you like a ghost.

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so gar nicht meine Stimmung - aber wunderbar geschrieben

Anais