ghosts in the hall
banging metal like a soldier of god
waiting on a hand grenade to blow in his pocket
don't wish me merry anything while nobody's job
can buy a fucking corn on the cob without a subsidy
wifi learn and work from a sofa, a precious luxury
watched the world crumble while drinking our whiskey comfortably
panic button federal squeeze. hugging us to death in our sleep
i wake up everyday wishing to cling to belief
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Zack Wicks for president
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