For the good have always been told,
That they will never grow old.
And the bad do seem to think,
That it gets better with maybe one drink.
Wouldn't you rather live bold,
Than believe what you have been sold?
Let life not pass by in a blink,
And be a part of the chain, it's strongest link?
Our lives sometimes may be cold,
And sometimes they will stink,
But from the inside we'll shine gold,
Through our cheeks a shade of pink.
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