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“Copper Wire” Some say, they say, we say, we are Copper wire. Stripped from the house. They steal it you know. Them who? Them us. We are them who strip. We sell the wire, for a quick fit. Hit. Hit me up and hit me hard. Spank my keys. Oh yes, spank them to forget the broken Days of empty yelling and the bottle that Left your spit and oh I want to lick the rim Taste you sweet. Coppery. Like blood. The city is a vampire, you say. Cause it sucks. I laugh unsure, unproud. Too loud. But then again I always laugh. Too loud. Same as I dress. A mess. A mess. Amen. This junk dive juke joint is our church. I say. We say. Stripping the wire and our – Hearts? Please send positive feedback to [email protected] Y-Puter is Billy Griffin, Jr written by Jonathan Goldberg and Matt roi Berger recorded and mixed by Will Melones Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices