Bayside Bum
How is it that you learned to settle
A life where you are the pot, and the kettle
One where you sleep on the floor
One where you are worse then poor
Tell me
How do I open the door
So you could go where the grass is greener
And onto a brand new beamer
Or perhaps even to a medium wage
I guess you have to write your own page
I cant help you
But you can, Bayside Bum
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