beat the world with a stick. drink some whiskey.
smoke some dope. poverty is the song of holes.
the devil is bitching. he says “i had too much soul for dinner.”
i fuck like i need a son. i don’t need one. i just feel it down.
it takes a hundred crimes to turn a boy into a man.
it takes one bullet to turn a man into a criminal.
it takes one criminal to turn a hundred boys into dinner for the devil.
when you get to a crossroads, just turn and kick the dirt.
when you have a bad day, howl about it.
walk on down the road with two tones:
a hum and home. walk on down the road.
it’s crying time. so pawn your woes and give me hope.
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