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by booker One night In a holy war I was sleeping holding crackers and picture frames Drinking everything That I could find around here Cos drinking weakens by brain Good god It’s not the end of the world and you know it Just the end of your life it feels Are you Gonna wage a war on everybody Are you gonna burn it down?? —- You Grind your teeth When you sleep Its something I have noticed The patterns sequenced again One night In the only room We both have suffered One more bottle of wine Wash me Clean with steam And bleach and pure detergent Scrub my back till it bleeds Always things things things to do Always things things to do always things things things things to do always things things to do always things thingsdjchrbcndnxnfnf