LETHAL METHODS
All the times of toil and
stress amount to nothing
now - my sleeveless
jump-suit won't jump. I
lost my manager at the
roulette wheel, and I'm
coming home with your
sister Eddie. We did yoga
together, but now we spin.
-
71 miles later, and I'm still
talking a blue streak to
whoever this is in the seat
next to me. I can drive as
fast as I talk. Isn't that a
feat? I picked her up at
Clender Mountain, the
turnoff by Rt 9. We've
been comfortable ever
since, just talkin' to sing,
and singin' to talk. These
lethal methods are all
we've been taught.
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