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And the beer I had for breakfast was a box of cheap white wine The boombox on my shoulder was a box of clementines I ate every single one without noticing the mold You said, “You’re gross, my darling.” I said “No, I’m rock ‘n’ roll.” Even though I’d never ever been in a band I got “Kool As Black Ice” tattooed on my hand And the Christians gave me comic books, as if I would be scared Of burning in Hell while I was already there