Dylan Thomas

It was quite early one morning
 Hit me without warning
 I went to hear the general speak
 I was standing for the anthem
 Banners all around him
 Confetti made it hard to see
 Put my footsteps on the pavement
 Starved for entertainment
 Four seasons of revolving doors
 So sick of being honest
 I'll die like Dylan Thomas
 A seizure on the barroom floor
 I'm getting greedy with this private hell
 I'll go it alone, but that's just as well
 These cats are scared and feral
 The flag pins on their lapels
 The truth is anybody's guess
 These talking heads are saying
 The king is only playing a game of four dimensional chess
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 There's flowers in the rubble
 The weeds are gonna tumble
 I'm lucid but I still can't think
 I'm strapped into a corset
 Climbed into your corvette
 I'm thirsty for another drink
 If it's advertised, we'll try it
 And buy some peace and quiet
 And shut up at the silent retreat
 They say you've gotta fake it
 At least until you make it
 That ghost is just a kid in a sheet
 I'm getting used to these dizzy spells
 I'm taking a shower at the Bates Motel
 I'm getting greedy with this private hell
 I'll go it alone, but that's just as well