Buddy knew effort made his head wet.
He’d often forget
And soon regret
That he ever set foot on this path.
On this road there weren’t no back.
It’s onwards, forward and
Stop that bitching.
You bin itching
To blame it on someone.
Someone you don’t know
But someone who controls
The shit that can happen
When gums start flapping
And nothing ever does lift off.
You can’t cure a cold with a cough.
And you can’t stay still
Or you’ll rot.
You wanna go ahead or not?
Then stop the shit thinking
The damn ship’s sinking
And you’ll go down with the sheep.
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