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Punk plastique Tragic, bleak and sheik, like
In broad daylight down the street Streaking with a mink coat leashed
A reaction to no action but a speech Told to work alone or eat your each
Until practicality impeached Friday night fatalities on the beach
Groomed and sold to be as such Success a mold of debt for lunch
Pushed ahead, unfed, with dread And bolstered up to be left for dead
As if otherwise against the rest Alone if passing on hands in reach
So how would you compete to eat When love's vomiting seeking peeks?
Out with liquor beasts showing teeth Smiling over shots like each a feast
Sharing in the night that's killed Like thrilled to blackout then repeat
To overeat on just the good times Forgetting dead and close times
Drunk until fits fit just like a glove Hangovers hit by memories of love
Until the bubbling up of blood The stuck and angry drugged
Skunked and pressed too much By a desperateness in thugs
Till life a brew too cold to chug And no longer green, the bud
Fights the appetites of clubs Burnin our buildings down for hugs