permanently pressed repressed and depressed
My hands are tied and I'm on my hands and knees trying to crawl away...I'm chewing through the rope and scuttling under horses, the twang of bows and whir of their arrows whiz past my ear...
I'm thinking of the saloon and Old Joe's stock of Tequila, but focus baby focus on the NOW...I gotta get OUT OF HERE! Just my Luck...
I'm thinking of the saloon and Old Joe's stock of Tequila, but focus baby focus on the NOW...I gotta get OUT OF HERE! Just my Luck...
Oh well, what're you gonna do?
I'm thinking of the saloon and Old Joe's stock of Tequila, but focus baby focus on the NOW...I gotta get OUT OF HERE! Just my Luck...
I'm tired of running. I stumble to my feet and walk straight into the fray. But I feel okay, even as an arrow pierces my heart. I keep walkin'. My vision's getting blurrier and I'm getting a little woozier. I keep walkin'. I break off the arrowpoint and pull out the shaft, blood begins to spill. Nobody notices. Nobody cares. It's another wasted cry for help...and I step over myself and keep on walkin'.
I'm thinking of the saloon and Old Joe's stock of Tequila, but focus baby focus on the NOW...I gotta get OUT OF HERE! Just my Luck...
I'm tired of running. I stumble to my feet and walk straight into the fray. But I feel okay, even as an arrow pierces my heart. I keep walkin'. My vision's getting blurrier and I'm getting a little woozier. I keep walkin'. I break off the arrowpoint and pull out the shaft, blood begins to spill. Nobody notices. Nobody cares. It's another wasted cry for help...and I step over myself and keep on walkin'.











