by Bandalero » 4/11/2003, 10:07 pm
then i get this rep that i sleep around when i take what i get.
my parents like whoever i bring home, though it's rare that i do so. but the girls parents, that's another story, all the mom's like me, all the dad's kind of looked through me and made an assumption of what i wanted.

Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown