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I was half done with the bottle by the time your call came in and you asked, “Daddy, why don’t you come over later?”
I left the cinema and I jumped into the street where all my friends were getting high on shitty weed along the length of the equator
“There are no good men, but there’s bad men”
And every now and then I meet a ten and I rate her on a scale made up of sexual frustration
There are no good men, but there’s dead men,and they’re the men in skinny jeans staring at screens looking out at the beach in silent contemplation
By the time that I got off the bus the other half was gone and I’m not sure where it went to but I suspect it was my mind
And from behind a boy named Mark, that peddled spearmint in the dark, asked if I had a place to sleep, asked if I knew of someplace dry
And I said yes, yes, yes, I know a place that’s dry, and I’ve slept there a few times myself
Bless the heavens that Jesus arrived and got high with the kitchen help
I was knocking on your door, but you didn’t open, no you did not open but your mama did
And she informed me what I smelled of, and what I looked like, and how I’ve always been dead set to be a failure and I predict that she’s correct
So I went back to California Street, where I met her and you met me, and women wear black tape along their tits
You see, it’s only California Street where beggars go to die, that I can piss each time I shit, and I can dance each time I cry
By the time that I got off the bus the other half was gone and I’m not sure where it went to but I suspect it was my mind
And from behind a boy named Marc, that peddled spearmint in the dark, asked if I had a place to sleep, and if I knew of someplace dry
But I didn’t though, I went back out, got mugged, got beaten, and I got thrown out of places where there’s drinks associated with my face
And there they go, the horny and the tired, the despised and the admired, as the night ends they all head to the same place
And I said yes, yes, yes, I know a place that’s dry, and I’ve slept there a few times myself
Bless the heavens that Jesus arrived and got high with the kitchen help
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