Pants tucked into boots,
rolling cigarettes on the front porch as storm clouds form
big black german shepherd,
I haven’t seen anyone happier yesterday morning
you're my brother,
talking up a revolution
we’ll leave this behind soon,
Chasing hopes for a different life
Or survive the collapse of this one
‘Do you think this plastic canteen is dissolving from the inside?’
‘I wouldn’t worry about it,
you know how lead killed the Romans?’
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 5:09 AM UTC
Pants tucked into boots,
rolling cigarettes on the front porch as storm clouds form
big black german shepherd,
I haven’t seen anyone happier yesterday morning
you're my brother,
talking up a revolution
we’ll leave this behind soon,
Chasing hopes for a different life
Or survive the collapse of this one
‘Do you think this plastic canteen is dissolving from the inside?’
‘I wouldn’t worry about it,
you know how lead killed the Romans?’
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