If we all piss at once we can drown the bastards
Your laws freeze liquor, no one draws faster
You're a man with a fork in a world of soup
Still out for hair, still counting coup
I follow the darkness, the scent of the rain
I follow the lightning when it strikes again
Then he foamed at the mouth, waxing hot and wrathful
Grievously, horribly
Unafflicted with the obtuse, arcane, enigmatic,
Cryptic concept of bashful
Punching through the silence with god's gun
We run, we're not done
Spiteful rancor thickened the air
Toothy grins, nasty, narrow stares
Impaling bright and wilting heat
The midday baking beneath their cracked feet
Perhaps it's best some enemies endure
Said monster to slayer: "I think I will demur."
It's endless search and vigil long
For those who treasure up a wrong
It's endless search and vigil long
For those who like to treasure up a wrong
You should have listened!
Raid and ambush
Attack and scatter
Snipe and vanish
Shroud and clatter
Taos lightning
Whiskey breath then bitter coffee
This beneficent germ
I can't get it off me