All the liquor in the world down my throat
Dried and parched
Can't sing a note
Waiting for my head to clear
Fighting the desire for another beer
Questions of what, where, why and who
Seem to drain all I thought I knew
All the ass in the world down my pants
Wanting I think to give romance
Not sure of my need
Reacting again to my greed
If I take I need to give
If I give I need to have
Perhaps the crystal cathedral
The prayers of old dead men
Placing uneven pressure upon my soul
Forgivness and understanding
Never the word no
COMPASSIONATE CLAUSE
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