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Crawling home shitfaced again

Smart casual clothes, filled with hatred

Wishing the local punks were dead

Your worst idea grows in your head

Ill-conceived assault & battery carried out

By a rich fuck who never faced defeat

But now you’re face down on cold ground

Where is your spirit white warrior?

A weeping sack of shit whose reality... just turned gorier

Bruised, bleeding, illusions shattered

Yuppie asshole, clothes blood splattered