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Minus - Flophouse Nightmares lyrics
We booted and brained in fine wild bar place with high flootin dandies all around. There is a surden elctrical magic, surrounded by dishrag faces. I hope the moon doesn't come home drunk this evening, when the shadows are coming at about dusk time. We are hungry to burn in the candle of flame. Fall in the temple of quivers and slaps. Share some laughs, tramps and take a hot butterbath. In the end our faces are reflected in a puddle and our faces don't seem to mind and the puddle doesn't lie. |
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