Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Will Johnson
Cornelius, you were banking on the changes
To bring this whole town’s dirty cartel on you
Cornelius, I was hoping with anticipation
Now I ain’t got nothing left to do with you
Now look at us, you and me are stuck amongst the
Hopers, creeps and fluffers out here in the dust
I rehearse my thoughts, now I play it out like some dysfunction Pageant for the township and the trust
Lay it out, tell 'em all about the tricks you pulled
Seven years in Luling dodging truth
Cornelius, nothing's stopping all the storm and wrath and hell
And stress that time has put on you, Cornelius