My brain is over-wrought
And legs are bloody heavy
I wish the lightning stroke
Trusts through my hollow belly
I have no place to go
The road is black ahead
My height is getting low
Need give myself a slap
The death can startle me
But life sometimes is worse
The side I placed is lee
And even dress is coarse
I’m talking crap, alright
The life is bliss, I know
Somewhere there’s always light
I’ll draw the lucky straw
My brain is over-wrought...
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