Floating
rice burn
and soak
sun rise
souls cry
beg for mercy
says the hot dog
guy
homeless collect beer heavy cans
yards away rich collect
fine wine
Oh,
do they dine
better wipe your face
Oh baby
get me high
stroke my back,
dive into my plain
Tuesday,
nothing will change
week by week
let my brain
deplete
I'm low on the food chain,
but he who starves
will always eat
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