"it may be the devil or it may be the Lord/but you gonna have to serve somebody"
the reckoning is upon us
lighting those storms
drinking tequila at night
living life in a haze
you may be living in a hobo shack
living mouth to foot
crying all night long
for something you might have done wrong
listen to the liars weep
across a standard plank that sweeps
drive thru freedom, business men
our great cause, united til then
no money no money
in the honky tonk bed
lighting matches for Jesus
lighting matches for the undead
eyes glowing on a teevee screen
yelling numbers and letters at you
making you listen
to the garbage brought forth, how do you do?
no more til then
i'll see you there
drinking herbal tea
in my underwear
if you like what you see, please tell me so
i'm at the end of a piece of yarn
don't please, don't give it a throw
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