1/12/10

you're tired, I'm death

well im stuck in the heart
of the goddamn heartland
choosin free will
over freedom
got a dust storm blowin
in my back pocket

shovelin to the ranch
for the chance
to see
what that shithead destiny has in store for me

smoked a turkish gold
took a picture of the sun
signed the debt slip
and my wrist came undone
I want a million lovers
cause I never had one
beer on my hands
from spilling all the fun

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