I hate to shoot from the hip, but I blame it on the sun.
See, I feel that the night's no longer young.
So, on the walk home, I meet an unknown in a coat.
She says, "I need a soul, Mister, it's getting cold."
"Dear friendly fool, just escape the crowd.
You know it's too late to paint the town.
Forget what's real; stay still. You'll feel fine.
Stranger know... You should know I felt it too.
But, who are you?"
I once fought a wiseman who slit the throats of envelopes,
because his daughter wore a crooked halo.
She married a poor thief, and
they took off with her father's gold.
And, when they burnt the bridge,
they danced under the smoke,
'till they passed out. The fire grew around.
Then, they were trapped in that dark cloud.
"Sleep in the thrill; stay still. We're fine.
When the rain drowns out the flames, we'll play life."
"What're we going to do when the creek goes dry?"
"We'll sit on the bank and watch crawdads die, honey. Your mine."
How far's the river? We've got a thirsty traveler here.
And, he's waiting for his chance to disappear.
So, tell the conductor we're going to drown him in the bay.
And, we'll dance with passengers aboard his train.
Oh, little baby, don't you come around here no more.
I made a mistake. Now, I'll forever whore.
Candice, quit hiding from me.
You're floating down a halfway frozen creek.
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