Hey john, big brawn, go long
I was thinking about that
that little road you were
talking, shouting about
My memory never serves
me right, digs me tight
What was goin on down
there - oolong, thrown on,
full gone. Hey john
I\'ve got to get going,
you know that road
down in the southern
the one where still dawn,
full on, bitch gone goes
hanging around in snare bait?
Hey John didn\'t mean to call
you that, but looking on
like word\'s important,
quiet down like dawn
endorse it. What?