I see nothing but an old black door
and a hungry tramp
nothing more
now like some bar-room bore
I come back with leftovers
of a time before there ever was the drink

oh lay a blanket on the floor
and make an offering
take comfort in this refuge
of the damned
or any place you can
just like a tramp with leftovers

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