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If we push back the set any longerthe drummer will be too drunk to playso I haul my amp on stageconstantly cursing its awkward bulk'cause if it were really loud enoughto back me up in what I've wanted to sayyou'd have heard a hundred times:"I see your name everywhere!"The band's stickers peeling above the urinalset lists transcribed on paper towelsconstellations of blood on pick guards shining and smearing as I spot youarguing with the door guy...If I stood up on top of the monitorswould you see me rising abovemy bad teeth, my thin armsmy unfailing barrage of failures?Leave a black smudge across my foreheadfrom the Sharpie-X on the back of my handjump down, spin around and stumbleknocking over the mic standshouting: "One, two, X you!"all the while I'm thinking about you From Letras Mania