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By the window of a bedroom in a trailer near the turnpike

stood a broker at a bottle 48 hours out to lunch,

and he wept there…

Can’t somebody anybody help me try to find my place downtown?

Said the broker to the bottle think its time you and I switch sides.

Then from the depths of that brown paper bag came a voice he had heeded

all too long,

«Do you really think you can get on here without me?»

Just go back to the shade of your home in the valley,

drink from the lies of the mudflats below

does the creeek still run backwards, pull you beneath it,

get yourself lost in the flow?

It will take you, swallow you whole.

From the window of the trailer came a sound we all remember.

Cried the broker to the bottle, you don’t understand my pain

I got lost here

Can’t somebody anybody see through my red eyed debauching?

From the valley to the jungle theres been no light for me.

Then from the depths of that black-labelled jug

he had come to rely on all too long,

«Do you really think you can get on here without me?»

Just go back to the shade of your home in the valley,

drink from the lies of the mudflats below

does the creeek still run backwards, pull you beneath it,

get yourself lost in the flow?

It will take you, swallow you whole.

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