...and counting...

12/26/2002

 
This Town Ain't Big Enough
from 10/11/'02

Let your wild horse run
just leave me alone
let your country western play
just get out and gone
I don't like the looks of things
when staring into your cracked wings
you fly backwards
your quite haphazard
your sleeping at the wheel

Let your wild horse run
just be out before dawn
let your country western play
just rodeo on some other lawn
I don't like the looks of things
when shadowed over by demon wings
you die forwards
and swear your coarse words
your speaking with no shield