Lyrics
He'd go looking for shoo ins
And always find the ruins
In flooded basement game rooms
Green with rust and algae blooms
Every night he'd sing
This world was not meant for me
Neither was their charity
Baby's breath is obsolete
Past the age of forty-three
He'd nearly have a heart attack
When louvered doors fell off their track
He'd always lacked the spunk and knack
To be more than a cardiac
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