Wednesday, 10 February 2010

Holes In My Pockets

I keep on singing the overdrawn blues,
Flood me with spirits and feed me Quualudes,
Cos I'm drinking poison and eating air,
You're talking to me but I'm not there.

I'm your doctor feelgood, half- dead and lovely,
Don't go to him, buy your chemicals from me.
You'll see ivory towers and purple trees,
I'll give you euphoria if you give me money.

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