Johnson
On the steady and the straight, an evangelistic stray
You made your way
Keeping all of this in line but the memory does fade
To blueish gray, hey, hey, hey.
The push and pull of all your change and the order of your fangs
Has a way
Of eating through the customized elixir we had made
Oh, the shame.
The detailed rush of all these hours, a world within your scowl
And furrowed brow
Sits so ready for the chance of extended view of prey
The helpless prey.
Crashing down, the ricochet of shells was commonplace
For those days
Dressed in dust and stink we'd sway and stumble through the gates
And make our way, hey, hey, hey, hey …