It’s a funny funnel-shaped bottle cap.
A twist off the ol’ block
Black tar, yellow lines, blue tears, brown nose.
What’s it worth to you?
Pick the scab, bloody beets
Cut it short, cut the shit
Take off your hat and blow me a kiss
Sing alongs, musical merry-go-rounds
Passing them off, as if they were pros
Blasting the black canon
Balls to the wall
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