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Late last year the markets crashed and show business got so boringGambling was a part of me, a substitute for thinkingI climbed that ladder of success til I had nowhere to goPerpendicular to the ground, swaying to and froGood bye soldier, wrap up warm, cause you'll be leaving soonTime to put your affairs in order, prepare to meet thy doomPeople say they knew us free, and here they want to be there From nearly every one of them, the rest of you and the partiesHarry and nancy(?) and relative, that would be my theoryPerched up there upon the wall, so desperate and so greedyYour field gray eyes were sparkling bright out on the icy roadThat's cluttered up with burning tanks and bodies in the snowI love the bombs and the frostbite, the wicked way we'd giggleI want to fly your friendly skies, be your piggie in the middleDon't you knowWon't you go From Letras Mania