Goodnight boys, i've had my fill
I'm regretting each word that drips from my gills
I'll gather my longings, my peacock suit
Goodbye boys, to all of you
The best friends, money could buy
Never there in the crunch, how could you even try
I won't go home i'm not gettin straight
Just lost the need to try
After the sawdust has settled down
Another 'll slide in, perchance to drown
Didn't leave a shadow just a dent in the wall
Goodnite my boys it's time to go, goodnite my boys, it's time to go
Under the regime of goin' stray
With the 12 percent of what i've retained
I'll covet the the rye grin, the glint in yer baby blues
Try supplant the hatred i just can't lose
The best friends when yer eyes get crossed
Yer language is supine, yer words are exhaust
Damn all the warnings, the pain in my bones
Is it really this hard to go
We've been thru the trenches with our clown shoes on
Across the great divides for a jerks fandango, elephants tiptoe
Who was keepin tabs, on the toll
(Surely you know)
So lift up yer snifters, and cross yer chests
inhale yer thumbnail there's no option yet
Never there in a crunch,what did i suppose
Goodbye my boys it's time to go
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