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Stupid LibationsYou call yourself an adultI'm in the trenchesBetween the patrons and the boozeI'm paid to listen to youBut I just look where you talkCan't hear a word, can't hear a word that you sayBecause if I listen to you I've got to carry that weightIt's not the same for payI think it might be youSo tired of peoplepeople who aren't meAnd easy womenwho settle for these louseYeahThat drink can stand us downGone to the nearest one's veinAnd make outyou were a good man, you were a good man onceNow your a bitter rule of how not to wind upNot that I can't relateThink it's because I can From Letras Mania