Final verse :3
We past an old man bleeding on the side of the streetSo I got out of the car and I helped him on his feetHis breath smelled like whiskeyHe was crying like a manWhen I helped him stand up straight I go…
his breath smelled like whiskey he was crying like a man
i can play it all night long sitting on the basement floor
he said that when he’s dead i’ll have his nintendo 64
with a whole bottle of prozacs or a shiny kitchen knife!
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