Who Killed Davey Moore? Why and what's the reason for?
You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe But you're back were you belong
Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps, pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps.
Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.
People talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations.
I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.