Ill be the salt to the wounds
hall leading to the courtroom
thorn bush at the bottom of the pit
hold on to me with blood
you havent been forced to the pen
are you around or have you left
just waiting for the flood
wheres the equillibrium
believe I stole yours while being sober
well maybe I was just fortunate
brother you know youve got a monkey on your arm
use it to describe your son
hes gone away to vermont cos of the real one
Your gonna be in rehab
three hundred sixty four days
get out and be a dad
nobodys all bad
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