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This town ain't nothing
But a bowl of dust
Train rails are screaming
Gonna turn to rust
I've gotta stop drinking
Sewer drain libations
Better slip into my bed
My brain's on vacation

It's a parasite
Clinging to your bloodstream
Like a tick
I'm losing my eyesight
And shitty beer
Is making me sick

This street ain't nothing
But empty pockets
They're shooting daggers
From the back of their eye sockets
I've gotta stop drinking
Sewer drain libations
Better slip into my bed
My brain's on vacation

It's a parasite
Clinging to your bloodstream
Like a tick
I'm losing my eyesight
And shitty beer
Is making me sick

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released 03 March 2015

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The Mad Doctors New York

Three bearded, lab-coated creeps strung out on a dumpster beach, hi-fiving the sun. Two parts fuzz, one part reverb, and a jigger of formaldehyde.

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