killer clean been a racecar on a skyway down
I've been shown these wrong ways I now own
I now own all these wrong ways I've been shown
I know I know
shut up
all the rapists keep asking me for a cigarettes
I just try to grab hold of a solid piece of pavement
and pray that yes I have two legs Lee Ann she has one
I know I know
shut up
my own notions go a chocking my throath
all bad thoughts still a float around in a fury
luring me into one big abyss of hit and miss
I empty all of this
Johnny Walkeround my ninety pound of brain cloud
of how?
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