Me and Jimmy Crowder and a single cigarette. Crouched down in a stall out in the barn. Three puffs later we were sick as we could get. Prayin' we'd get better before we got home.
(Tony Haselden - Tim Mensy). . You can't turn your back and walk away. Until the cards are stacked against us. And you thought it through. But you're gonna lose when it crosses over.