I got bone-blade stick with termite holes
That I could swing at a skull when I'm feeling quite bold
I got a flea market bike without any brakes
With my boot heels getting all the concrete scrapes
Cruising over a bridge with the sunset gold
I've been pedaling for miles, feel 1000 years old
Got a roll of cash in the side of my sock
Sipping Colt 45 in the lot, kicking rocks
I got the low rent solitary cool like a fool in the summertime
My death wish mind and my brown dog eyes see the wavering lines
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