Paper Chains
Paper chains of your own design Turnkeys spit tobacco on the street in time Signing off with the signing on Here today tomorrow gone Witching hour for the new world brave Stitch around for some nines to save Trade the day for the number of your name And all you take home is a paper chain Paper chains of your own design Turkeys chew tobacco in the street this time Flour and fat with a twist and shout Nowhere to go to go without Witching hour for the head held high Cut right to the self-righteous alibi Trade the day for the number of your shame And all you got out was a paper chain Paper chains of your own design Cross keys chew tobacco in the street for time Blood and bone with a smile for hire Taking it easy down to the wire Witching hour for the spinning head Fast asleep the forsaken dead Trade the day for your name in vain And all that's left is a paper chain
Turkeys chew tobacco in the street this time knocked me sideways a little. XD
Great. Can't say nothing else. Thanks for the read.