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Composure (The Nineties Way) - explicit
One more scotch for the road
Unhealthy, I know I’ve been told
Can’t drink diet cola on ice
That fucking after-taste I despise
I hate more than I could ever love
Result of a successful evolution campaign
Those bastards won that race 2000 years ago
So now I’m no longer seen as friend, but foe
No longer do I fear that unknown road
It’s actually become too well known
No asset to search for originality
Just another playground for potential immortality
I, too, become seemingly confused
Moralities contradicted in their own right
So I sip that liquid to clear my head
Never better composed than when crashed out on my bed.
