all the muses'a'got scabs'n bruises from rollin'round drunk on the floor
then we feel like shit, say it's time to quit an'then we just do it more
getting off'ya face to get out of yer head's not the best, but it's quickest by far
f'I fed my brain instead I might pass a test and mebbe git a car
buttfuck living long term and planning to earn if it means being bored day-to-day
I'd rather be poor scum than wait for cheques to come and not be allowed to play