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MY RUIN
Wretched red tooth and the claw
The tables stick to the floor
Dirty flies and stale tobacco
And the price of my soul
So fk it all whats in store
No remedy for the poor
Fill my glass
Against these ruins
My fragments are shorn
My lord
Now pick me up should I fall
Careful I might spend it all
The bar is tapped into poison
For a fix and a brawl
So keep em coming I call
Beer is blood
Pour it all
Turn up that godd*mned music
Till they show me the door
My lord
Line em up
This aint just p*ssin in the wind
A sty will blind you in the end
Believe theres wisdom in my plan
Another round
My ruin