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I felt like dropping down

Sick in the street

I could hardly care about walking

Dragged along with no force in my feet

And all the bones in me knocking

Worn down by caution

Make numb with restrain

In all of my sweetness

I retch and I faint

One man’s meat

But I could not taste the poison

I’m so beat

Now my life is not worth living

I’ll just walk the street

'Till I feel like dropping down

I could be steeped in the wwashing and weeping

Or burn up in frenzy or fire

A whistful wish for the having and keeping

A desperate leed led by desire

Wrapped in the moment

Weighed by thought

I stretch on the pavement

And feel myself caught

One man’s meat

But I could not taste the poison

I’m so beat

Now my life is not worth living

I’ll just walk the street

'Till I feel like dropping down

One man’s meat

I’m so beat

One man’s meat

I’ll just walk the street

Wrapped in the moment

Weighed by thought

I stretch on the pavement

And feel myself caught

One man’s meat

But I could not taste the poison

I’m so beat

That I feel like dropping down

One man’s meat

Now my life is not worth living

I’ll just walk the street

'Till I feel like dropping down