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get back up at the bar, get your card and spend
head splits, waking up, dawn's gone - it came and went
when did heartlessness, headaches
become an art
the bar scene's leaving me wanting the martyr's part
callow, the shedding of cardless decks
odds are the gamble is all you'll get
dogs called in for the slaughter - the lambs are dead
wine falls faster than water - the plans are met
cart in all of your mall-fare, the canfed hens
kill off all the connections, the wives and friends
callow, the shedding of cardless decks
odds are the gamble is all you'll get
so climb back into your sauna, sir feed-bag mouth
you can't see past your erection, beguiled from doubt
killed that king on your cloud, yeah
the trumpets rust
soft, white, spongy - too proud to cut off your crust
callow, the shedding of cardless decks
odds are the gamble is all you'll get
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