That's the way the stomach rumbles. That's the way the bee bumbles. That's the way the needle pricks. That's the way the glue sticks. That's the way the potato mashes.
The flash pan hunter sways with the wind. His rifle is the sound of the morning. Each sulfurous bullet way have it's own wit. Each cartridge comes with a warning.
Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad blood. In him; someway he got into the magic bullets and that leads straight to. Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroin; you think yo ucan take.