sick. cicadas. day 22.

well i play in some bar every god damn night

i'm so happy and i hate it baby

i think i need something strong

well all i ever wanted was to be a road dawg

i've got the world's worst magic trick...

well i been workin up the nerve all night

ain't no such thing as drinkin' for free.

we lost the trail about fifty paces back....

just keep on breathing so i have a reason to drive myself insane

like a black coffee and a cigarette to start my day...