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By jwb71913 Date: 2004 Apr 15 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.15.20.52.18893]] |
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Cannon fire, cross the bow I'm an asshole anyhow Guess this days no celebration Only jackass manipulation I miss my little galley wench I haven't seen her since Nixon put Scalia on the bench And he still makes me wince Here's a twist for all who matter The desert takes its toll Your bitching is just idle chatter I've been on a roll With garden fertile and grass of green And ragtop red and bright I'm still kind of stuck between The darkness and the light Burn my house and burn my boat I'll face you anywhere and how Soon will come my turn to gloat Should I turn over now? |