On this rainy day- The match lit and cigarette burns- Eyes leery of the same old thing- Walking down Geary St.- Same people drink at the coffee house- Same pushy whiskey smelling toothless bum asking for change- Keeping myself occupied with the cracked concrete- Or the bus smog stiffing me clean air- Then again this is a city- Bam night hits- The whole world lights up- I’m on the move- Going to party- Feels good, I need it- The world is a spider web- Were born right in the middle of it- And its time to experience it- Head up to the liquor store- Find a six-pack of cheap ass Budweiser- Got to save the change for the cheap dates and bars later on- We collect our poison at the destination- Drink up, drink up, and drink up- Turn on some Dan the Automator- Then Groove Armada, whatever the fuck works- Girls prance in like Little Miss Daisies- Get them drunk- They leave with their booties swinging- Into the bar, we make it our own- Talk up some charm with a newly acquired lady friend- Such a dirty old man I am- My hands are clean, but heads so dirty- It’s a bar- What else can be said- It’s a fucking real shame- That so many people have to get fucked- Before they can really say or do what’s on their mind- I don’t mind, though- It is what it is-Birth sign: Libra
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