Thanks to you scoundrels
There is now proof that a room full of musical outlaws
Pulled a heist

The tapes reveal the inner workings of these devilish fugitives minds

Currently being circulated to lawmen and bounty hunters everywhere as the search for the elusive
NAIL DRIVING FIVE
Reaches a feverish pace

Wait for the signal before you come out

The REV JOHNNY COLT
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The spurs keep janglin
Ropes keep wranglin
Out on shepards lane

Riding the fences
And mending pretenses
The cowboy sits a storm

The two eyed snake
From a dirty old son
Is an artist of the cut and run

400 miles of wire
Atop a saddle filled with desire
The pilgrim wanders the rust
And sings the song of wanderlust

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Discourse at the top can be an edgy affair. An electric chair of pressure, lights dimming every time some joker trips over the extension cord. The fact that the entire electrical system of the circus is aging and rigged is all the more reason to run screaming down the dank hallways of half truths.

One 5th of whiskey
One fifth of gin
I never told my liver I would be its best friend
i’m going down…….i’m gonna drown…….empty glass is the only song I know

3 packs of smokes
Railroad thin
How many rehabs have I been
I get around
Runnin it up my arm….in hale it up my nose..i get down

I got lost behind all of those bars
The ones with naked girls and
The ones with guards
they locked me down – they cant keep me around – stretch me to 5 – armed robbery in town – they cant keep me around

I gotta letter from my girl yesterday
It Said dear john im sorry it ended this way
Im breaking to town
Ill gun her down
Standing right hear with my gun in my hand I cut you down

The officer said son what have you done
I shot that women before she could run
The warden said boy your gonna take a walk
The priest turned to me when he began to talk
I wish I could see the movie they will make about me

puts a smile on my face just to know she aint around
Makes me happy just to picture her in the ground

Now i’m stuck forever behind walls
No day light no telephone calls
Doin life – wouldn’t change my mind – puts a smile on my face just to know she aint around
Makes me happy just to picture her 6 feet in the ground
I wish I could hear they sing about me

Nothing penetrates my prescription
dull and rusty armor
NO ?!
just read the literature that comes with the 10 day starter kit, its all right there – content faces
drug company smiles
Beautiful back stab
pierce this plastic wrap cop out
swords to fall on
Bullets to bite on
Perhaps you are the pike to lance my bowels
NO ?!
Fair enough then,
I will serve the chemical lord faithfully Until released from sublingual coffin,
- However -
resentment grows
all things duly noted
As calendar page flips
Clock with spinning hands
Shadow man gun to head
Itchy finger for trigger
Pie chart rythem
All swimming in 98.6
Congratulations
….You just made my list fucker