Woke up this morning with a shot
already poured
chase chase fair lady
give up your pride
embrace my lips with satin sheets
and leave before I see you
chase chase Mexican warlord
your guns and drugs
can fill this town
tear through my chest with Mighty Light
and leave before they find you
but these are silly dreams
that have no real guarantee
for you see, you see
each shot is different
with a cock-eyed little dress
they each have their hearts
and to all the minorities
its been good to know you
17th Century Ethiopian sunshine
with tiny imperfections
light up the ground!
well, it puts a filter on the camera
Sandpaper
Sepia crayons
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