Yeah, yeah
it may, very well, be so
we headed off the beaten path
the hell bound, way to go
The slippage in the dirt
or on the grassy knoll
tumbling the ravine
end over end, we roll
And when we hit the bottom
thrashed to a pulp, tenderized
contusions, cuts, and bruises
we'll be lucky, too have survived
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
Yeah, yeah
it may, very well, be so
we headed off the beaten path
the hell bound, way to go
The slippage in the dirt
or on the grassy knoll
tumbling the ravine
end over end, we roll
And when we hit the bottom
thrashed to a pulp, tenderized
contusions, cuts, and bruises
we'll be lucky, too have survived
There are still people who don't wear em, odd. :|
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