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Caught the thirty from ashmont station
32 with the rum mixed in
God knows I need it with the way been living
medicated, chemical salvation
Afternoon up at central station
When the hits I don't feel no pain
Now I'm outside in the cold trying to find my way

The sun is setting in the zone
The streets are all the bars are closed
And I'm walking thru center
Trying to find my way back

Dodging the cops at the
Three third suits and a record collection
From late raids on the salvation army bins
Whatever god I pray to be broke as me
Got a busted 4 track and a end job
Up at the downs on friday to make it pay off
On a twelve to one, but I got out
Man I'd be to my own fuckin' funeral
Read the headlines passing out of news
Says the world is fucked and run by fools
And it seem to matter which drugs you use
It still turns out the

record spins the same old song
The speaker's blown and the worn
matter nothing in the end
They say when you
You can go home again.