Claim your piece of dirt
Five years on the hour
Brake lights in the mist
You poor bastard

One long pull
Washing down his teeth
Blaming yourself again
One way out
Always out of reach
Just a little further and you’ll
Wash him off the street

There he goes

Been offline a while now
Been behind the feed
Switching up addictions
It’s all the same disease
You pay for it upfront
And then again at the end

Just one more pull
Washing down their meat
Catching your breath again
One way out
Always out of reach
Just a little further and you’ll
Sweep them off the street

Almost there