Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The wild times
(destined to survive
past alive and so high
we didn't know how to die)

I lift my mug to every smash and blow
to the wrecks and blood and oil

(we burned it all)
the smoke and fire
(starin' down the devil)

I musta been a good dancer
to dodge all them bullets

don't believe in cash don't
believe in death don't believe
in government don't believe
in contracts don't
believe in bombs
don't believe in progress
don't believe in
insurance, don't believe in
security
don't believe in Liberals



(sometimes I like country music)
I like drinkin too much caffiene
I like rock n roll on the radio
and an engines roar between my legs
and I like my aloneness with my gods
and I could let go of everything in this world
I could let go of my life and my mind and my ego
and a comet could come and blow this whole thing away
(and for me that would be okay)

but I'll never let go of you

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