Wednesday, February 24, 2016

no more time to
run away
everyone knows there
was never anywhere
we came from anyway

Mountain stoned under
the skyway again
we burned everybody's house
down but our own

(I always stole my gasoline
stole my gasoline
stole my everything)

Like a teen crush she floats
heaven-ward
V8 dreams and 4barrel visions
gunnin' it
gunnin' it

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