Pokin' Holes
The Bed Bugs
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I'm drawin' blood from a tired fucker and he don't wanna sit still in this Wide open southern motel I've settled in And I'm clawin' mud from under my fingernails for a faded fortune A jaded whore says I still owe her some bills But what's a man to do when his only wealth is beatin' the Hell out of himself Wake up in the mornin', saggin' to the ground, ass touchin' down Pokin' holes in the cheapest mattress I'd found The marked man's shoulder slowly smolders, and the smell is drivin' the doves to their owners But they never had owners at all Such is the being of the white wind in a white wing Free to go, but strappin' itself in And neither crook nor crow would forge the seeds to sew a happy bone in their soul So ends the tale of misfortune and misanthropy Don't ya miss it my man Said don't ya feel like a man Said don't ya see it's the end?
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