i must be crazy, i woke up this morning dreaming that they make bags out of piecing pieces together with super glue.

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Leave me out with the waste
This is not what i do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
but she's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no exuse

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you dont shoot it how am i supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

srsly, i think this is damien rice's best.
other than this, any takes on the meaning?