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The cats, the rats, the rust, the dust
The rent, the debt, the prescriptions and the pills
Checks, the debts, the balance, the bets
Advice worth as much as a three dollar bill
When you're standing on the edge of the abyss
Just stare at it and call it what it is
Lace up your red wings, turn yourself around
The boots, the socks, the keys, the locks
Calendars, the clocks that you have to hang your day on
Bunk, the junk, the closet, the trunk
If you got a secret you can tell it to Ms. Leon
A message to your folk and to your kids
Do you know what your son said your father is dead?
Put your heels on, come and see tonight
The jabs, the gas, tears, the laughs
Snubs, the jokes, the curses and the blame
Sins, the wins, your folks, your blokes who say
You know it don't hurt to act a little vain
Ain't no riddle in the middle of my ride
Just let your inner moonlight shine
Put your Docs and your mocks and your creepers on
The moles, the trolls, fascists, the assholes
Can't say their name without a crow flying by
Creeds, the screeds, the contracts, the deeds
And all the dotted lines that you ever had to sign
Just rip 'em up and put 'em in your pocket
Just throw 'em in the pond, no need to lock it
Put your Docs and your mocks and your creepers
Put your Docs and your mocks and your creepers
Put your Docs and your mocks and your creepers on



Autor(en): Geoffrey Christopher Farina Copyright: Hev-e-kreem Etc



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