I used to smoke my brains out
Fly through the sky
I
You can see 'em, the things that you want
But you
Black witches sing their verses
Of charms, hexes and curses
They tried
Goodbye, hard life
Don't cry, would you let it ride?
Goodbye, hard
I was raised, born and bred in a prairie town
When
You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning
Take
Tramp
Have you got a quarter for me
Tramp
I'll even take a
I get up early in the morning
And rush to catch