Empty out these cold, hard facts
Pour them in a bowl to inspect
The entrails, mysteries unsolved
By the clueless and the klutzes
Cold, hard facts and nothing else
But a ringing that won’t leave
Your heart and ears, a reminder
That you had it better, once
Before these cold, hard facts
Blew you away one lonely
Windswept day in August
And left you better off dead
All these cold, hard facts
Pounding at your temple
Like a barrel to your head
A bullet of cold, hard facts
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