The deadbeat on time, to celebrate with Coronas and Limes.
Siamese that try, your twin flame that dies.
Sols that burst, the Gift and the Curse.
While slaving on Earth like watching your hearse.
Having to hush, the drunkard, the lush.
To curse your loved ones as you begin to cuss.
Now get ur fill of the Babylonian Cup.
And this ain’t Tin Cup, our Sols are not at ease.
Fall before Winter, watch the foliage, the leaves.
To take your leave? How in the hell when this is jail?
That’s when you find out that your Jesus Christ that failed.
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