A bottle to the head, he took it too far this time
I ran but at the same time I heard everything
A hopeful dink becomes a clink becomes an out n’ out CRACK
My eyes well, catching cold the wind before they strain on back
SMACK… one fell swoop, and my friend somehow manages to reach him on something of a loop
Then… we regroup
Seven different somebody’s once again willing to upset the apple cart
Floundering courage starting all over
NO-ONE is sober
‘Cept for good ol’ John Clover who cannot and will not arrest us for the seventh time this week
Crazy, hard-ass Mississippi delinquents

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