I'm tired of the sugar
I need the salt
Filling my acrid tongue
Filter it down till I can understand
Filter it down till I can understand
Filter it down till I can understand
Blessed are the poor until you get rich
I've seen her type on the side of the road before
Piece of shit begging for her life
She's pregnant with who knows what
Hospital wrist band still on her hand
as I hand her a twenty dollar bill
with assuage in my death like grasp
Hello Jesus on the side of the road.
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