Typical Night
Soaked in gasoline
Dripping in wine
Star gazing naked
Everything is fine
The home called
They were looking for you
Your medicine is empty
Wait here's a few
Where are you going?
Don't slip on the ice
Thought I'd burn down the garage
as a sacrifice
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