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those helping hands stretched out
you always thanked
freeloaded and scrounged
then sneak through their shit

just goes to say
you could never make it
on your fucking own.
from payphone to payphone.

we are the same blood.
you wont get my money
and i wont shelter you
only a trip over the foot
a quiet cold shoulder
and a still room

if you ever got out of your slum
and lived a better life
all that money you make
you'd sure as hell feed yourself
overload on all of it

all that junk in your vein
still find some way to fuck something up
don't you know we love you?
though i never show it
and couldn't now.

poverty cant sleep through the night
somehow you can close your eyes.
its like you're happy with yourself
applauding a needle, kissing a pill.
a body that never sits still.

your phone call is hanging around
and tomorrow comes.
it'll be the worse day
ill be woken up
and everything was just too late.
too bad for me.