Listen to highwater The shotgun, the slaughter. What I’m doing. I’m going away forever Pounding speed to the spine. Emergency room on its way. Assuming the worst - It’s the only sane way. Detached. Shot - drugged. To manage The carnage. Catastrophe. Personal injury. Cranked the damn chopper. Grass smokin’ bar hopper. Sleep through the Sunday clatter. What once might have been right Replaced with bright light and Budweiser. Drunk as the driver, Fuckin’ up Her half conscious head job an’ get back inside her. Tomorrow, no call on the phone All alone. A groan nobody bothered. Sank into her hole- All cat crazy. All I know- No one can save me. Coffee stale. Hate letters mailed. The damn things hate hate hate hate hate Dear, what did you expect? I’m an asshole- just another blue redneck. Your pusher with track marks; a ***damn nervous wreck. A pauper marked with 666. A cowboy hellbilly, Ramblin’ I’ll never quit. Boozer. User. Hit smack. Fight back. Eye black. Let’s just be honest; Honey, I’m gone and I ain’t comin’ back. What I’m doing. I’m going AWAY Forever. What I’m doing.IM going awayyyyyuuuuhhhhuhuhhuhhuh….. What I’m doing…… It’s done something to me.
