Destructive Friends
Up all night into the dawn, pipe in hand til it's gone,with a friend
who does the same we always like to play this game.
Now it gets weird it gets strange, feeling numb feeling deranged
lurking and creeping with the shades pulled drawn day is here though
we're all gone.
And good friend Jone's won't go away sits in pipe til next day, when we
scrape to find it there just an illusion do not care need to stop and show
our ware.
We're not misfits come look and see, just avoiding reality.
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