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Fuck cops, bosses, rapists, racists, Presidents, the money
economy, Border Patrol, prisons, cat callers, haters. Go feminists, anarchists, indigenous communities, gift economies, queers bashing back, apolitical violent hoodlums, border crossers, friends, and totally making out for like hours.
—  Pat the Bunny  to the question: “What do you want people to know about you?”
Whiskey Is My Kind Of Lullaby
Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains

I was a loner until there were no friends left
And before someone offered me drugs
You know I was straight edge

And everyone quits til you offer them a cigarette
Before we learn our lesson
Lets see how bad things can get

And I’ll drink myself to death
Or at least I’ll drink myself to sleep
Chain smoke my way through the gaps in between
My aspirations and my apathy

As we drive past the last exit to home I am waving goodbye
And I might be sleeping in the ditch tonight
But it’s alright cause whiskey is my kind of lullaby

I was sober all morning til I woke up this afternoon
And before someone offered me a job you know I was gonna get one soon

And everyone in this town sleeps til the calendar collides with June
Before the booze wears off let’s take another shot or two

And I’ll drink myself to death
Or at least I’ll drink myself to sleep
Chain smoke my way through the gaps in between
My aspirations and my apathy

As we drive past the last exit to home I am waving goodbye
And I might be sleeping in the ditch tonight but it’s alright
Cause whiskey is my kind of lullaby

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well i guess that florida
is the wrong kind of wasteland for me
and st petersburg is a city
of ghosts and bad dreams