It's bare knuckle loving
And crying babies
In the back of his bar
Selling alcohol to innocence
And calling it "philanthropy"
He sure as hell knows how to make himself feel golden,
Level with a God
That he insists he never barters with
But truth never really hides behind thinly veiled ugly
There's always an ear left uncovered
When the weather is blushing
Whispering piccolos to children that aren't his
Telling them, grow up my beauties
Make Daddy proud
Lose yourself in winter's layers of loving
And come home safe
Make sure you live within my levels of acceptable
But do as you please,
No one's watching
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