Letra Smoker's Cough de Apocalypse Hoboken

Letra de Smoker's Cough

Apocalypse Hoboken


Smoker's Cough
Apocalypse Hoboken
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You're getting old, your gums are bleeding
You're feeling down, your hair's receding
Oh NO!
A bitter man who's got no one to call his own
A prisoner without a home to call a home
Up against a wall his vices have rendered him unable
He drinks away another day just to fell a little stable
Drink away your life
Beating up your wife
The kids don't come home anymore
Coughing up your life
Cheating on your wife
The kids don't come home anymore


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