springtime on the boulevard,
and the crazies are blooming,
growing like weed on the star-studded sidewalk.
they pop straight out of the concrete,
i swear.
how they talk, on and on,
and i can't understand.
good thing there are no liquor stores
between my work and apartment, cause
i could just get drunk every day this time of year.
they are gonna tear down the sign.
the big earthquake is coming.
we are all bankrupt.
but people are cool as always,
and i could just get drunk every day.
the crazy gets crazier,
but soon it's summer
and we will all hide in the shade.
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