how it oughta be

14 01 2007

1.
boy, you’ve got too many brambles,
hanging onto these bushes
boy, you’ve got too many brambles–
but i always liked a good storm,
i was always good for a storm

2. “can you launch rockets from here?””boy, i’ve done it for years, right over my head…”you question me–“can you ride anything?””lord, do you mean like your mood swings?””they look like pirates from here–“”boy, i’ve been one for years…”

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