| An Hour And A Half Late For Happy Hour |
You're just a big mouth waiting for the "all fall down." I'm just a fist with a glass and some despair to drown, You think you know what's up? I'll turn it upside down. A guillotine waiting for the head that wears the crown. Get off my back and I'll get off yours. Call off the attack, it's such a fucking bore.
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