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Public service non-stop
Thirty days for running down a traffic cop
Now I'm fresh out of the slammer
Got a new job running a jackhammer
Darling see the shackle marks on my skin
It's a sad commentary on the shape i'm in
Pleasure it has been my
Now i'm struck by how often
Fountain pens are really nails in coffins
Nice tie handshake
Sign here we'll make you great
I put the move on this woman named mortality
She slapped me in the face with life's brevity
Maybe I need a hobby
Maybe a lobotomy
Seems like every wrong choice
Still small voice dies inside of me
Now I'm starving and thirsting and I gotta repent
But sometimes with dogs you gotta rub their nose in it
