Thursday, January 06, 2011

Huck- drunk on IPA and Tuesday

I didn't know what sixteen was
And the worth of a clean drivers lincese
I was cold and just wanted to get warm
So id beg to be let in the car
And they were thrilled to have a solid driver
Straight through to the next show 
I'd night ride on
I'm scared of how happy I may become
You should see my alter, the locks of hair
Throw it to the water 
Seeing a star born in a head light-

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