Everywhere we went,
we rode shotgun,
carried one too.
We were home wreckers,
housebreakers,
misfits riding on the edge.
We came with sledgehammers,
battering rams, metal-knuckles,
some disappeared for interrogation.
You should have seen the head splitter,
he went back to the world,
they turned him loose again
into the general population.
Bright-eyed bushy-tailed bucks,
we forged into no man's land,
miles & miles of golden desert sand
was the mainstay of that virtual wasteland.
A traditional-home of the kingdoms,
warlords counting their money,
that **** wasn't funny.
I never laugh at horror stories
or disbelieve fairy tales,
they might be real.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
Everywhere we went,
we rode shotgun,
carried one too.
We were home wreckers,
housebreakers,
misfits riding on the edge.
We came with sledgehammers,
battering rams, metal-knuckles,
some disappeared for interrogation.
You should have seen the head splitter,
he went back to the world,
they turned him loose again
into the general population.
Bright-eyed bushy-tailed bucks,
we forged into no man's land,
miles & miles of golden desert sand
was the mainstay of that virtual wasteland.
A traditional-home of the kingdoms,
warlords counting their money,
that **** wasn't funny.
I never laugh at horror stories
or disbelieve fairy tales,
they might be real.
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