Waking up too much sun and dirt
strong coffee and benzodiazapines
cowboy boots and native finger rings
ladies in their panties, getting into cars
strip club fancy panties all over this city
lingering nancies of the night
unafraid of the morning light
shining on their oh what a sight
oh what an amazing sight
country roads and streetside haciendas galore
lizards and reptiles, lacey banditas
and baby strappin' cholitas
tattoed to the core
leather face, stubby fingers, calloused hands guitar girls
long haired rocker boys sleeping in the haystack
heroin overdose a thing of the past
lingering on
pasty cake grace
all dressed in black
North hollywood reservoir
just on the otherside of this a here wash
the wrong side of the tracks
frankly, mr. shankly steven would sew
this we all know
ghetto suburb mexico white trash rainbow
Monday, September 29, 2008
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