six feet under the stars
Time to lay claim to the evidence
Fingerprints sell me out
But our footprints washed away
From the docks downtown
It's been getting late for days
And I feel myself deserving of a little time off
We can kick it here for hours
And just mouth off about the world
And how we know it's going straight to hell
Pass me another bottle, honey
The Jaeger's so sweet
But if it keeps you around, then I'm down
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