Monday, July 27, 2009

Naw, Naw, Naw, well, Alwight

fight until your fanny's free.
or until you are at the bank,
but you have to be there before 2 o'clock.
and you can't go past that dot,
even though it's over the line.
but not like the song,
like the freakin' band man.
oh, like that one song,
nope.
oh, yeah like that band.
sure.
i wonder what it would feel like
to put up my guns
and punch you right in the gut.
i wonder if you'd even see my arm.
but, i'd have to do it before 2 o'clock.
your hibernating or something after that,
just like a bank-bear.
a bank-bear, that sounds like a freakin' song man.
but, it's not.
oh, yeah it must be like the band.
nah, man.
its like the end of the world.

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