The black velvet band sticks with its teeth out
Falling out of every dumb gum
And its hands stained red
And its hands stained red
Are shaking instead of making sense
Lets laugh and yell, point and bellow
At every bad joke
At all the folks humping hope
And its hands stained red
And its hands stained red
Are shaking instead of making sense
And all the sad bags with eyes that sag, and feet dragging along. Singing some shitty song about sadness or sincerity
Lets face it, you're in your twenties, and a bad poet
And you're not an artist, you're a fartist
But keep on trying, and keep on crying
Cough, cough, fuck off
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