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Truth is unkind to our illusions
This morning I nurse a different kind of head
A single scene replaying behind the dialogue
Watch the parade of yuppies, thugs and freaks
From behind the glass of my hangover
Eat the Greek omlette in front of me
And I don’t understand why I only relax under scrutiny
“There is no me left to be”, I think
As I chew eggs and gyro meat, as unlikely a combination as myself
As America watches dueling pianos on television
And the conspiracy plays the radio
Shit
I’m drinking again
The only way to make sense of things on Sunday
This morning I nurse a different kind of head
A single scene replaying behind the dialogue
Watch the parade of yuppies, thugs and freaks
From behind the glass of my hangover
Eat the Greek omlette in front of me
And I don’t understand why I only relax under scrutiny
“There is no me left to be”, I think
As I chew eggs and gyro meat, as unlikely a combination as myself
As America watches dueling pianos on television
And the conspiracy plays the radio
Shit
I’m drinking again
The only way to make sense of things on Sunday
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I’m drinking again
The only way to make sense of things on Sunday
Amen, sir. Amen.
The only way to make sense of things on Sunday
Amen, sir. Amen.
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