Where do I begin?
Chamber, take a spin
Snake eyes coming down the road again
With the trouble in my lap
In a ride without a map
Somehow always find my way back in
Too chicken to retreat
Losers never cheat
It wasn’t pretty, but hey, a win’s a win
Prodding at the clocks
Dancing on the rocks
Both ends got a wick
No candlesticks

Throw it down and bottoms up
Join in our ode of reckless lunacy
Double wick, no candlesticks
Until we burn, and that’s a way to be

Some friends from better days
They wax and buff their names
And I think I’m the one pulling up lame
I howl until I’m hoarse
Then crash into the floor
In the corner, on my face
Trapped in by paint

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