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Self induced sugar coma via
Twelve 12 ounce cans of the nations leading soda
Over a 24 hour period
Your vision gets cloudy while
Your strides are sort of wild

Would we sooner forget
Than try to remember and regret?
The answer is yes

In a quick second the realization had come
A young adult he was, but money? He had none
And he wouldn't, no, not unless he acted fast
And tried his hand at math, he had to add and subtract
To find the result of this wrath

Straight vanity grasping old codgers
Gone wild, buying stocks, small houses, and cars of all styles
And while I hope I get that old
So I can see the whole world
If I ever get eccentric
End up wrapped in a straight jacket
"I did not deserve it"

Stomp on wriggling maggots
Squirmin' with their week old habits
Diggin' in a pile of garbage
Waitin' for the man to pick it up and
Judge it,
Crush it,
Send it off to be forgotten
No, no, no, that ain't me so

I tread to strange locations
Where no bodies take vacations
Where there is no evening news
To spew the latest about who
Killed who and where and why
And how does all that tie in to my life?

The older you are
the more people you know
The more drugs you can get
And more wrinkles'll show

And the faster you'll grow
When the parties start to get old
You'll find you start to get cold
Before the sun sets in the west
And when you lay your head down to rest
You'll hear faint laughter