BILLY at the funeral hop.
Water and flowing sop.
ACID-RAIN wonder under the skin.
Brain matter getting thin.
Cant call the world-Whats going -JIM.
Water in the well, not there.
Them people dont give a care.
Going bald heavy rain on hair.
BUT- I just want a drink.
Only dirty rusty water sink.
Girl by the wishing well.
Told us all to go to hell.
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