Fuck You, Billy Joel
Last time you were in the kind of bar you
sing about, it was still classy, and fun,
and you were there with your wife
and the drinks were free
and don’t try to tell me about lonely,
and don’t try to tell me about lonely,
I will invent it for you
brand new and bloody
brand new and bloody
right before I break your fucking fingers.
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