The group all trudge towards the creaky, wooden door.
Chairs in a crircle round the table on the floor.
Buddies on the left, Woman on the right,
What more could you ask for in life?
Take a seat, dont worry about heat. Pigs cant see.
Unload your heavy shoulders, but dont be in a hurry.
For we got drinks, buddies and no worries.
Well as we begin to talk about our troubles,
the ones the twos, the doubles.
We know how to escape to our bubble.
Of bliss, and happiness.
So pass me that bucket and lighter,
so I can burn brighter, going higher then a telephone wire.
I admire, these days where we chill with "our family"
and get rid of our misery.
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