Slip through the empty park
Sun takes your cocaine spark
Fall out your back door
Twist rot your dirty floor
I know you
Dead beat ride on through
Twelve girls between the sheets
Oil leaks beyond the street
And things have never felt so done
I’m dying under your deadbeat sun
I know you
Dead beat ride on through
I lost my keys let’s break in to the rain
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