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/ Treasa Ní Chonchúir

“Scavenger Type”

on Punk in Drublic

by NOFX

Gigging alone at the Bottom of the Hill
Our protagonist named Bill
Sets his sights on an Anchor Steam pint
All he needs
Is thirteen quarters
Congregated in his hat

A crow
A scavenger type
California redemption
Provides him with his rent
Room and board inside of
A fifth of Comfort

As the wind
Penetrates his bones
His mind keeps focused
Tidal waves of sound
Catapulted from his horn
Wail like lovers

The coins don't drop
Consistent
As does the mercury
His meter slows realizing
A zenith; he's reached perfection
No one did see him die