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Dealing with erosion, praying for some rain. No water from heaven, so I'm at it again, keeping time with my bottle while Marie slips away. Place a mark in her bible. Praying for some rain. Billy died of pneumonia when the dust settled in. I'm, alone with my shot gun, hit the bottle, again. Search the sky for an answer. Don't know how to begin. Marie, alone with her bible. Praying for some rain. A church bell calls to the sinners And guess who'll be wandering in: all the crooked town winners, ...

Brother John Staggered out of his desert picking his teeth with a scorpion stinger. Eyes wide, evidently blinded by the bone white sand, and a mescaline vision, Saying, “forty thousand years or forty gods-eye days left me with no money and my devil to pay. Now I’ll settle for a bottle of scotch and a chance to get a glance at the Reaper’s watch.” It so lonely being godlike. Your only friends are avatars. I pay a visit and I get the spike, and say it’s nothing bu...

One mistake. Now I own it. Try like hell but I can’t give it back. Got blisters from the shovel. Salvation must be deeper than that. Underneath, her body’s waiting. Is resurrection only for bones? Pray to Jesus grant me the power I’ll make it right. I’ll make it right! But, tonight is the devil’s dancing with a pen, eying all the levels he can stick the point in. Making like Houdini behind that rolling stone. Calling on the prophets to drive the point home sweet...

I can offer cold eternity. You will freeze, but your soul will burn. My kiss will remove you from the day. In death you will sleep until I ask your return.   With this kiss I, thee wed.   We will confess to no one, for we are sin. Inpale the priest for his religion'd rules. I'll hang his body from the rafters, then we will bathe beneath his flowing wounds.   With this kiss I, thee wed.   We will hunt together with eternal thirst. The entire human race will be our prey. In ...

Six thousand years of being damned on a hell ride back to who I am from the wilderness, where I found nothin'. Guess a holy grail 's the devil's mcguffin. Kept blinded by the song she sings. Deaf from words that don't mean a thing, but she cooks so good. I gotta taste that muffin. Guess true love is the devil's mcguffin.            She's gotta magic lock.            I got the key that fits, &nb...