cattle among dead legged men
stay in step and the cattle get fed
helpless like bukowski wrestling with sin
though the stars piss blood, we look ahead
reaming off losses and glowing still
we shake the angles from the tree
a callous grip, bare on my mind
I'm going to do this for you and me
a massive intent is somewhere
I found it in my teens
when wet pavement met cheap rubber
I lost it in the streets
a pawn of tread, stuck in the tracks
carousel lifestyle, circling the facts
If I knew anyone who knew who set this trap
I'd be burying blades, wiping off fingerprints
reaming off losses and glowing still
we shake the angles from the tree
a callous grip, bare on my mind
I'm going to do this for you and me
a massive intent is somewhere
I found it in my teens
when wet pavement met cheap rubber
I lost it in the streets
cork this old bottle, I'm flat and bitter
pour me out the window as you drive on to better things
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