Bag's of crisp and empty cans,
the puddles of the drunken man.
Falling down cause he cant stand,
the stumbles of the drunken man.
shannge the shannel nothingzz on,
the mumbles of the drunken man.
He don't know or understand,
because he is just a drunken man
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