Workin' this job is a kick in the pants. Workin' this job is like a knife in the back. It ain't gettin' me further than the dump I live in. It ain't gettin' me further than the next paycheck.
It was as open-and-shut as anything I have seen. He was a pillar of town, his reputation was clean. It was right before Easter in the first week of spring.
On the first night of my drinking I was looking for my keys. I was half-blind and stinking and bloody at the knees. I had a built-in-fever and bright red cheeks.
And they fell from the skies with the greatest of ease. And they landed on the ground under tents and trapeze. And they were told that they fell with such beauty and grace.