Vocals and guitar:
Piano instrument:
Guitar instrument:
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A fifth of gin
juniper berries in my head
boiling vanilla, infatuated,
he’d fight a circle-saw,
lost part of His thumb
I hunker down with Jesus,
change his name to Zeke
i’ll get off this couch as soon
as I’m well, thinking,
however, that my brain
will swell, and, with a little
urea cream, His skull
would shrink; no woman
can be with the likes of me
since i favor my work
over everything - it’s been
that way forever since
i made a promise that i tried
to break; what did i do?
i locked the back gate
never had a thought of
getting married to them
women, in general, phlegm
sounding voice, half
a bottle of Him, thinking,
don’t I, that I live in his
tune: life is hard when
there’s no one to burn,
no-where, in our state,
that our savior can turn
Republican states - go to
your doom; get out of the
kitchen—go to your room