Dang Rich People by Hjalmar
They killed my father
Not really, but he might as well been dead
Sitting there drinking and smoking
Like a giraffe in quicksand
Reconciliation is not enough
I sit with my flute and only my flute
My family observes,
Absorbing me
No treats for you
I forgot,
While sulking in the shadows of their lives,
Dang Rich People
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