Rain on a tin roof and whiskey makes you bullet proof.
-Lets fight the good fight with darkness as our light!
At this point, choosin' sides'll get you as far as carousel rides,
Lets fight the good fight with darkness as our light.
Hack pianist. Frozen whitless.
Sittin' on a city train. Lit and
missin' some dumb thing.
Sad, shut windows...closed to the world:
The dull, dusty eyes of a country girl.
-Just to be clear: There is no future here,
you'd have much better luck just 'bout anywhere!
Pack evangelist, Frozen baptist
Waitin' at a train crossing. Lost
& detached from every thing.
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