Bacardi - text

When you walk home from the party
Drunk on bacardi and listening
To the voices that lie to you nightly,
Make you frightened of everyone,
Make you sorry for something.
You go home and spend
your life alone with the stereo,
Watching the late show;
or force yourself
Out in the night to meet your generation.
You feel like claymation
in fluorescent light.
On our knees, we made
it hard to see,
We made it hard to breathe
and the air was thin.

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