I wanna walk to the edge of the earth. Scream your name till the fires gone. For my loss. I wanna drink till' I don't feel the urge. To run back to you and lay down make me yours.
I see beauty in the shape of feathers. Flight like arrows, sparrows. I've seen strength in the face of death. I've seen money in the streets. Of ghettos, sowetto, shadows fall.
Left hand, got the gun. One finger on the trigger. I might pull it once I feel the liquor. Put your bets on the table. Got you praying, call the bishop.