We are all drunk
Let atonal noise slide between fingers
Talking bombastically, crying out loud
Yet we never forget to piss
Bosses come and go
Some are dead
Some are killed
And you don't mind
You sold your soul for some wine
Money counting on the upper floor
Someone thumps a table downstairs
No one hears it at all
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