People are good things but they're also a pain in the ass
The white reminds me that it isn't there
The cities are filled with filth, cockroaches, and used condoms
An ambulance drives by every 15 minutes
The owl of the night flies by me and talks to me with a hoot
I sit against a ponderosa watching the bugs drift across my knees
My back is in pain and feet are sore from being a traveling man with a pack on my back
What's in a suit or a blue collar blue life with dirt on your hands
She dropped me like a stone because I wouldn't play the game
I lay out a still life, a fruit bowl and a bottle of wine on a table
Money was the game
What kind of game is it that makes you fight for more.
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