Drank Drinks Drunk

Deadly meat after midnight
Under lamplights
With the whores and crones,

Like dogs looking lost
In a park
Where they swear there are bones,

We’ve pillaged in the village
And we’re dreaming
Of home sweet home,

Where the cupboards cry.

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