landing on sin, and praying for more minds like charlie darwin
no one now can save us, blame us, shame us, stain us, for the staring and gawking
justify use of the abuse all them syncophants are fawning
critics on the loose, call a truce ...they all joking and they're barking
or hiding in the bushes, staring and a-stalking
i'm over you, the ragin and the rocking and a rollling
i'm so over you and the everlasting mocking and the moaning
and i ain't got excuses like
hey ...that's just the whiskey talking
i'll take the test of no regret with the wires wrapped and liars rocking
my shadow it will cast a net as wide at it is shocking
please lay it here a sympathetic ear when i come knocking
washing dawn my fears with warm tequila to stop the choking
steaming into the station like a comatose locomotive
all those funny faces, now erased by the consequential gunning
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