Spiel Burgh

I was rubbing my fingertips
Across my scars
When the phone rang

Why do they play “on hold” music
In lobby bars
Waiting we are for that same old thang

On the news today. Same sorry story as in ’93
What will the new kids tweet.

I was rubbing my fingertips
Across her scars
Crying herself to sleep
Bleating like a sheep

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