Spillage in the morning and again in the night
Spillage to the left of me, I’m gonna catch it on the right
Some say it’s losin’ some call it a gain
Some curse the sunshine then piss on the rain

So take me down mine hourglass
The grains on the bottom represent the past
The gash in the middle no one can suture
Sand on the top well that’d be the future
Take all the guts of the middle ages
And the confessions from the glassed cages
Tie it all together on four stages
Shoot, a fella could have a pretty good time with all that in Vegas

Spillage in the morning and again in the night
Spillage to the left of me, I’m gonna catch it on the right
Some say it’s losin’ some call it a gain
Some curse the sunshine then piss on the rain

Some spills, it’s enough to make me cry
In bombed out shoes I couldn’t walk a mile
At your border with all my senses dulled
Spillin’ out of her top, ooh I’m a greasy gull
Just flowin’ through some window pane
Shed some light on a tired brain
It’s like feedback in the real high K’s
Spill out of my cot, go hit the urine cake

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