Lonely Drifter
The walls are made with dollar bills
They're paper thin and made for thrills
Drifting at sea without wind at my sails
I'm boozing on ales and lamenting the ails
And there might be a storm brewing
But I'm focused on what I'm doing
And if there is a garden in the sky
I'm chasing it hoping it's not a lie
But sometimes when you leave it all behind
Sometimes it's nice to reminisce and rewind
And I don't know where the frothing sea leads
But I know I fight for my creed and I still bleed
All I know is if everything ended today
At least I could say I did it my way
Building a lifetime of skills
In a fake world made of dollar bills
And morals are equally paper thin
Set it on fire just to burn for the sin
I may be a lonely drifter at sea
But at least I'm finally free
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