02-19-2016, 02:54 PM
full -- faded --
red as the brick
of the chimney stack,
the memory of a kiss
She toted a stack-barreled death machine
and an anger as hot as the midday sun.
.............."I'se a got the blues an' I wish I was dead,
...............I'se a got the blues from a man called Red.
...............I'm gonna find him somehow, gonna hold him an' say
...............'I won't miss you honey' then blow him away"
red as the brick
of the chimney stack,
the memory of a kiss
She toted a stack-barreled death machine
and an anger as hot as the midday sun.
.............."I'se a got the blues an' I wish I was dead,
...............I'se a got the blues from a man called Red.
...............I'm gonna find him somehow, gonna hold him an' say
...............'I won't miss you honey' then blow him away"
wae aye man ye radgie