MY MONKEY'S UNCLE
Here's a guy taking five-year old medicine,
just as he found it, out-of-date or not. There's
no magic in the elixir of the cure. We sit back,
drinking Boone's Farm once more. Talk about
sons-a-bitches, this one's come in from the cold.
Drowning his sorrow in us. Like in days of old.
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