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Chimney Charlie, chain smoker
Paid tax ‘til his back was broken
Face redder than the Coca-Cola
Can you tell the boys that the factory’s closing

Poor foreman, worse father
Lost his job and found the online poker
When chips are down he’s bitter like vinegar
Bitter like the poison that breeds the anger

Suzie Tuesday works for the government
Once a month he lies, he says he still applies
He says he tries but it’s doctor’s orders
Benefits rise as the tale gets taller

You know your girl Sam? You’d better call her
She knows CPR and he’s fallen
Left the skin from his face on the corner
Run back to the bar and try to find his daughter

Ambulance siren, a diving bell
Open back gown in a sterile hell
Going home tonight’s gonna be a hard sale
To his numb legs let alone anyone else

So last call Charlie, first for last orders
Wishes he’d learned to talk to his son
Wishes this fucking Friday was done
He can’t believe that it’s worse than the last one

Daughter Amy, growing lately
Growing pains in the next room waiting
Visiting hours are no to maybe
… catch a glimpse before his temperature’s taken

Doesn’t wanna speak, not to that prick
Just wants to check that he’s not smoking
Next of kin, you must be joking
Just a meal ticket and a drinking companion

Fluorescent white light, tunnel vision
Trying to remember how to be forgiven
It’s something about paying a penance
But Charlie doesn’t have change for the bus

We change our clothes but our souls still rust
Hide from the cold, but we still freeze up
They might call it an uppercut
But it’s down you go not up

Chimney Charlie, chain smoker
Paid tax ‘til his back was broken
Face redder than the Coca-Cola
Can you tell the boys that the factory’s closing

Poor foreman, worse father
Lost his job and found the online poker
When chips are down he’s bitter like vinegar
Bitter like the poison that breeds the anger
Bitter like the poison

Son Andy, quiet man’s thinker
Safely estranged from the social drinkers
Deadbeat dad and a counterfeit sister
Didn’t even sense the flatline

L. Switzer

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from .​.​.​and the smile was on the crocodile (live), released October 9, 2013

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