Drunken Man
Bags of chips and empty cans,
the puddles of the drunken man.
Falling down cause he can't stand,
the stumbles of the drunken man.
Shange the shannels nothingzz on,
the mumbles of the drunken man.
He don't know nor understand,
because he's just a drunken man.
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