Falling off the wagon Shot the fucking horse Pitched a rough Expansion Plan with problems at the source A problem has no problem If a problem should arise Rise I shall come morning Look the leper in the eyes And smile
Withhold No rush to be sent off Controlled I have developed kennel cough
Dressed to the nines Severed ties around my neck To hide the bed bug bites Mama never warned me
I quit I’m sick Spayed Latch the cage Come what may I’m safer on my fucking knees
Behold And flick the light switch off I’m sold I have developed kennel cough
Pill doled Put me down to rest I’m old Developed the