Harvey was a wet brain
His skull was a bowl of mush
There weren't any ideas rattling around
They were bogged down in the slush

Waiting on some boot leg knotty head
in an apathetic part of town...
he met a hostage tied in grape vines.
The whites of his eyes were brown.

In a battle over the Devil's pee,
the wino shoved the dagger in...
Harvey filled the gutter
with a flood of blood and gin.

Sometimes you didn't listen
Sometimes I didn't talk
I know there's been times in the past
when we helped each other walk.
There's no use feeling guilty
when old ghosts come around.
Sometimes there aint no place to crawl
and you watch it all go down.

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