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10/27/2004

 
The Flop

7/22/2004

hair down to my shoulders
can't get anywhere looking like that
can't afford a haircut
can't see to cut it myself
i guess i'm just down on my luck
the lady wouldn't talk to me
when i asked her to come up
everytime i tell that story
people think they knowwhat i'm driving at
but all i wanted was some tips for blackjack
if i could just win the big one
i could get myself over and out
but as it stands
i lose every hand
i guess luck is dumb to bid on
i guess this long lost son
needs to go home
and stop eating forbidden slop
i wonder if the dude that runs the place
would let me push a mop
cause after i went out
and had a big time
i became a big, big flop
now all i need is a miracle
called "making ends meet"
when i trapsed off to conquer all
i never thought
i'd end up in the street
but i have, here i am
what's a boy to do
i'd go out to apply for jobs
except i don't have any shoes
and we all know
you can't get through the door barefoot
it's becoming easierto ask for help
and even easier to admit i've failed
but much, much harder
to stand on my own two legs
much less walk home on them