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Another night of too much cough syrup
i'm awacked by the incessant ringing of
a telephone
i still have dreams caked in the corners of
my eyes and my mouth is dry and tasted shitty

again the ringin

slowly i bustle out of bed
they remants of an errection still lingering in my
shorts like a bothersome guest

again the ringing

carefully i abscond to the bathroom
as to not display my manhood to others
there i make the perfunctory morning falls
which always seems to precede my daily contribution to the toilet water
that i always enjoy making green

again the ringing

i shake twice like most others and
i'm annoyed by the dribble that always seems
to temain causing a small acreage of wetness
on the front of my briefs
i slowly languidly,jazily,crazily
stumble into the den
where my father smokes his guitars
i mean cigars in his easy chair
i know all about easy chairs
an then i sing a song for my friend

jesus is my boyfriend,jesus is my boyfriend
you can't have him, because jesus is my boyfriend

ringing ringing
dang it goddamn motherfucking son-of-a-bitch
is ringing
i walk into the kitchen and i stare blankly
at that shrieking plastic bastard
since it keeps ringing i know it's her and
since it keeps ringing she knows it's me

we are the world, we are the children
we are the once who make a darker day
so let's start killing
there's a choice you're making
we're sparing our own lives
it's true we'll make a darker day
just you and me

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