Can't get a shot off
without lighting up some ancient story
and all the time I'm mixing the
map up with the territory
thinking thoughts of thinking
someone should put me down
like a babe in a crib
heedless of my cranky frown
another one off the hip
will I ever settle in get a groove
It sure as hell ain't like
I got one thing left to prove
Lord let me inhabit a different problem
something not from a box
Cook it up yourself for once
Set every trick up
and shoot all the locks
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