I wish I could share with you what went through my head when I wrote this song, but it would take a couple of bong hits and a few sips of the good old Johnnie. I'm the bastard son of Tom Waits and Grace Slick...

The lyrics:

Dear, dear, dear, Salem,
I've sent you charms,
To keep you company,
Old Candyass.

I've got a new
fuck from upstate,
That's got nothing better to do,
But stay up late.

It's been a while,
Since we'd last spoken,
Seems I've got nothing better to do,
but stay up late.

I heard the poets,
Visiting the lunchroom,
Predicted something better for you,
That day.

Because there's water in the way,
There's wolves to keep at bay.

When you find the way back,
My objection will collide.
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