159. The Last Twighlight

Who's the clown and who's the fool
Laughing through my nicotine stained cake hole?
I feel a life that I've never lived.
The life I feel is so etiquette.
For the laughing and the light
Is so full of shit.
Who would have believed this poor man's plight?

So to the last dilutions of the people unite
Why won't nobody give me right?
The stars are out tonight.
The last 24 hours.
The last twighlight.
The last twighlight.

Woooooooooh the last twighlight.