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(From 80 to 83, fiend)

My career was put on ice

My worst year was nothing nice

Nassau – a false hope fed by politicians

That they will restore the coliseum

"I can't see why we need them

If they don't want to stay here

Let them leave.

Chewed and spit out old has-beens

On losing streaks – they're done."

Trust in local leaders lost in time

Greed – envious of what is mine

A trophy, a trophy in its own right

Empty crumbled garbage on Hempstead turnpike

Stench of stale beer

What am I doing?

Woke up by cops

Pants soaked in piss

All that I remember is the train that I missed