Blather. Wince. Repeat.

Blather. Wince. Repeat.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

It was me and my sidecik

He was drunk and I was sick
We were caught up in bar room fight
Till an Indian shot out the light
I'm so tired of being tired
Sure as night will follow day
Most things I worry 'bout
Never happen anyway

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