Sober,I Am Sober Yew,Iam Sober Ewe,Sober..
SOBer,I am sober yew,i am sober ewe,SOBer..
Something is still missing from my hand,
it is an aluminum can.
Stinking foaming beer slipping up into my nose.
Something is now missing from my land,
it is an aluminum can.
Stinking foaming beer is gone.
SOBer,I am sober ewe.
Recycling-----is at the top of the profession
of all the homeless confessions.
Taking cans into the place,
to get another can of beer.
Taking cans into the sack to sell.
To get the dollar god to get more beer to drink.
I am threw with all of it.
I need no shrink,no dollar, no more beer.
I got tired of it,I got tired of stinking beer.
SOBer,I am sober true.
SOBer,I am sober ewe.
SOBer,I am sober yew.
SOBer.
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