It's the cold turkey
When the gravy train is gone
The parasites will be crying
In the darkness of a fall
The whispers in quiet
The voice once it had
Now it can't be heard
In jail the cranking steel doors
It's the cold turkey
The addiction can't be gone
It gnaws hard into the mind
It loses the jewel sparkles
In the dark pitch
The fall from grace
The poetry of justice
It sings badly into their eyes
It's the cold turkey
When the gravy train is gone
The empty drums echoing of misery
The green grass of home is waiting
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