stumble to distance

i'll be riding for hiccups and coughing the wine
be with me this time if you don't mind
angry dogs wrestle willing flesh toys
help the old and gray make noise
songs are dirty and sung with heart
from the start we know the meaning of broken
now we listen as they read the list of the stolen
follow the ink and dip a toe in for glamour
make up the doll to replace your lost daughter
making friends and spending your last dollar
singing songs just above a holler
wishing for truth and splendor
watching the sky fade to november
riding to the sounds of last chance forever


otree said...

Get ready to drain some High Life!

Bicycle Hellfire Machine said...

That's basically what I was saying.

fc said...

I got that right away.