NEED A BEER
Drain pipes so large,
Ground so hard,
Crowbar jarr's,
Not leave'ing a mark,
Vibrate'ing through my arm's,
Like thunder in the dark,
Blister's on my palm's,
Burst with each jarr
Blood poure's down the bar,
A job so large,
Won't finish before dark,
Why did I start, I should get my arse into gear, Instead I'll drink some beer. Colin Bradley.
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