Dull my senses from the jar I keep in the corner
Sealed in secrets of the darkest nevermore
Lest they spill and sully along the checkered floor
Come share a smoke with me on the outside
Keeps you from getting into my inside
Littered down the rabbit hole
Hit with the sharp end of a mighty big stick
Here wear this hat
Let it slip to your shoulders
Look theres another day
What is this in this cigarette?
As the weasel plays a mean blues harp
And the goldfish wink at me while holding a full house
Nor do the bounce when left to swim in the slipstream
Pat the black dog before he barks and moves me from here
Living in the reality of another mistake
Licked and grooved in the summers of mornings before
I kiss the whore and taste the sum of all her treats
And wake to hear the Red Hot Chilli Peppers golden beats
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