The Gettysburg Address

We hold these truths to be self-evident We drink beer in bars and act irreverent The stockings were hung by the window with care Right next to her shoes and her underwear You might look at this place and call it a mess The tray is full of ashes and their sweet caress And the pain that's the same And the pain that's the same My Gettysburg address And the pain that's the same And the pain that's the same In my Gettysburg address Loose papers and bottles and other things can be found An assortment of crap that you put on the ground Glasses lie on the notebook right next to my pen Why am I thinking these thoughts again? As I sit in this chair I'm in need of a rest After doing the worst at being the best And for the time being And for the time being My Gettysburg address And for the time being And for the time being In my Gettysburg address I cough up some phlegm and I wipe my nose And I pick up a few of yesterday's clothes I carry the garbage on out to the back Is it Monday or Tuesday? I always lose track Why did she never happen I begin to regress Why does this one mean more? Why does that one mean less? If all men are equal If all men are equal My gettysburg address And if all men are equal If all men are equal My Gettysburg address And if all men are equal If all men are equal...