west of rome

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west of rome, just east of the border in a staticy ramada inn, polishing his boots and pummelin' his liver, steeped in his dark isolation, just what business does, he have around here, credentials are wearing out with each little bit of cheer, yes, it's a bad scene we're convening, brushin' his teeth and milkin' his ulcer, preparing to waste another wily mornin', strokin' himself and phoning up his sister, he tells her their life would make one whale of a movie, yes, a childhood full of dry goods and wet neglect, the father they now sponge off of, they have no absorbin' respect, yes, he's a glad boy to have such a void, yes, he's a martyr crawling across cobble stones, from his cozy cottages, just west of rome, yes, it's a sad state for great sufferin'