The most intense of burning hells
Blasting expectations into smithereens
Never f
Well the actual condition of my mind
Is elusive as the
Don't speak unless spoken to
And then you don't say much
You
Got these little pills
To curb your appetite
Take a couple of
When I was younger, worrying about it
Trying to make these
Now you look like you just got back from somewhere
Somewhere
I can walk the bed of nails
I'm not the only
It's a one-horse town
One big desert
Asphalt desert
Asphalt jungle
Beyond the t
Big sky, what a place
Big town, big deal
Big sky, blacks
Walking down a sunny street to the library
Checking out the
Brick on your head
From the top of the ceiling
Urban sniper,
I look at your house
I wonder what goes on inside
When
Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from
She gave her little child a name
A ward of welfare
I picked up my belongings in a nylon carry-all
I hear
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