Sharp as a tack, a doomed man
Aspire to be all that you can
Apples and oranges, if you only knew
An old wooden ship built just for you
Wendy Whatshername, I was lookin' out this time
"For little old me?" she asked through flying saucer eyes
My little ruin, dime a dozen
You flew the coupe, a stool pigeon
Lost your dignity and then your pride
Train's at 2:30, at 4:00 she's crucified
Getting dogged, burn through it
The band-aid fix, eat a bullet
I'll give you a reason to cry
Move over so I can slide by
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