Come to the bar at the banking town
With your hair unwashed and your feet dark brown.
With your hair unwashed and your feet dark brown.
Drink. Till your shames and your failures die down,
Stay at the bar in your banking town.
Terrible liquor we'll serve you today
That project you're doing? Won't work anyway.
Children and goats ensure all things decay.
Stay here and drink because here you're okay.
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