is this the way that you fight with your face to the night, a drink in your hand and a hunger to bite? is this the way that you lie, you laugh then you cry? i heard the drink in your hand say you're the bigger man. oh man. is this the way that it goes (put up, put out, go home)? is this the way that it lies, like a dead paradise in a smoke-ladden hell in a fourth-floor cell? is this the cue to leave, to let the puget breath, to put the car in drive and let the dead ones lie down? this is the way that it goes. it goes on and on and on and on.
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