The Gas Is Gone
The gas has gone, gasp,
walk, and walk fast
the pump drips drops
and the drops don't last
what a bloody disaster,
gotta run to go faster,
hope your lungs still function
or be dead in a casket
just put one foot down
move the other one passed it
feel the nostalgia, remember it now,
before you were a fat lazy bastard
the days are so cold,
now the heating's gone too
put some clothes on
stop walking around nude
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