Care less

In the heat of the night by a lavary light there's a silvery moon on the rise, 
But this bottle of rum needs the breath of the sun to blow sequins of sin from his eyes. 

For the life that he leads is corroded by deeds and desires that man should ignore, 
And you can't reach the top if you're pissed on the pop and laid drunken and stoned on the floor. 

At the break of the dawn by the fire on the lawn sits a gaggle of hippies and whores, 
Chewing ecstasy pips with a smile on their lips and a plasticine love in their drawers. 

They'll be flying like kites when reality bites and the beast of the morning rides in, 
When the drugs start to flake and their hands start to shake like an alky who's run out of gin. 

In the midst of the smoke on a summery day there's a feeling of dread in the grass, 
All these children of dope haven't prayer or a hope spending most of their time on their ass. 

But they do what they can and they might give a damn if it wasn't so tiring to speak. 

So it's sunshine and skunk 
Let's get high 
Let's get drunk 
There's still seven day's left in the week.. 

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