The breath of the boring
I keep forgetting
The smell of the warm slummers air
I live in Arlington
Where you can't smell a thing
You watch your beer
For Mya won't be back
Up above
Maltans hover
Making home movies
For the folks in the basement
Of all the weird bar owners
Who lock up their spirits
Drill holes in their patrons
Joe has the most secrets
He's so uptight (x7)
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