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A song about an encounter with my probation officer.

Submitted:May 7, 2014    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

There are shadows moving on my wall...

Look how they tumble, how they crawl...

Look how apart they fall.

The man is knocking at the door,

Concerned about these bodies spread all over a concrete floor.

But, baby, tonight I'm a star -

With my bottle of black-label booze,

I can't hear him over my warm bone and guitar.

I am the shadow on your wall...

Look how I tumble, look how I crawl...

Look how apart I fall.

The man is knocking at your door,

Shaking you to your core.

But baby don't worry, for you I am a star -

With your bottle of brown booze,

You can't hear him over my warm bone and my guitar.


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