04-02-2016, 11:17 AM
A miss the way the world used to be, fueling the air with our song, letting it burn. A combustion of our small town lives, running the engine on idle, no place to go. A bonfire night, whiskey in the jar, sip it slow- talk about the good ol’ days. Do you remember how simple it used to be? Talk about our dreams, about that Russian model we would never meet, not that we could ever handle her- I bet she’s hell on wheels. In 2012 I heard she made 359,822, even if you worked your ass off at the piggly wiggly you could never top it! When it’s late, put out the fire, drive on back home down that dirt road.
1 FROM 1 KINGDOM. FRIENDLY NO VISIT.
1 FROM 1 KINGDOM. FRIENDLY NO VISIT.