come on now, bread and butter no one knows a better mother she's the guy who kills the sky burns the night out when she goes away she's the boat in the sewer she's the old man with manure rockin all night like a drum goin back where she comes from can of whiskey big guitars on the wall cracker-jacks burn and fall styrofoam in her hair she is barely anywhere can of whiskey can of whiskey can...
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