You're running for press, your social is cheap

Avoid in the shows where you'd have to speak

Of this communist year you want here at home

You climb down a rope of blankets and sheets

Avated the guard, you land on his creek

It's time to get back to the old folks home

I'm reading your plan over again and there's not a word

That I can't comprehend except when you shine and love Bernie always

I think I'm not one

Well after now I'm gonna watch the saddest man

Sit alone in wonder how you made it all

Seriously there's somebody anywhere who can't explain how you got out

You bet your window, how did it break?

You left the pills that you need to take

I hope you don't have another seizure

You climbed down a rope of blankets and sheets

Avated the guard, you come in his creek

I wish I knew you were back in the old

A voice in your hat, cards on your feet

And you tip like crap, because you're so cheap

If I don't need a gun, you don't need to be home

Well as for now I'm gonna watch the saddest man

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