Allison Foley

"Calmly, like a razorI got us on the door,"Or "I got a tape of ‘Clerks’Someone left the night before."So I go over later,You’re sitting in that chairSmoking on your cigaretteFingering you hairSo I get drunk and stoned,Every time you come around.Twenty-nine and aimlessYou bartend down on fourthYour parents pay insuranceAnd the Parson’s Audit courseOver-schooled and uninspiredA trust fund up your noseAll that wasted talent but, uhAin’t that how it always goes?So I get drunk and stoned,Every time you come around.Yeah, yeah yeahSo long Allison FoleySo long, bye-bye(Come up higher, take a step higher)Sometimes you understandThe reasons how you went astrayBut least of all the answer,That it hurts to watch you waste away.So I get drunk and stoned,Every time you come around.Yeah, yeah, yeah.So long, Allison FoleySo long, bye-bye

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