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Poison Pill It's times like these I feel so fond Of this glass of beer and that bottle Blonde But in this hollow,darkened hour They both have equal healing power I hold them close, don't let them go Until the barmaid tells me so I cross my heart and hope to die Stick a needle in my eye Hold me back against my will While I choke back the poison pill Oh I'm not much for lady luck She don't ride in my pickup truck Her sister won't return my calls I broke my hand from punchin' walls In a cloud of cigarettes The stale perfume of sour death I've lined my soul with broken dreams And now it's bursting at the seams Hold me back against my will While I choke back the poison pill The priest absolves of my years Of wasted breath and empty tears He stands behind the bar for me And damns me for eternity Now hold me close don't let me go Unless the Bible tells you so 'Cause if I die before I wake The Lord won't want this soul to take Hold me close against my will While I choke back the poison pill Hold me close against my will While I choke back the poison pill © O. Alders, A. Vanhorn
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