Lines
I'd steal your kingdom for a horse. I'd sell your grandma for a buzz. I'll Pick your pick your pocket on the bus. I'll rip your locket off its chain And hawk it in the market if I can walk straight... In line. Like the Lines on my arms. Like the line at the clinic where they'll pump me dry And turn me loose to cynically steal your kingdoms once again.
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