The Working Mans Afterparty

Alas, drowning into the bourbon sea

This burning river that burdens me

I drink to remind myself of better times

But mostly I drink to blur the lines

For reality hits too heavy like the stone

And day in and day out I work to my bone

So like the culture demands, I pour my glass

So lets toast to our misery and knock me to my ass

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