Giant Sand
Giant Sand
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He was dead on his feet
Too many ends to meet
He felt like an empty gun
He felt the claw of the law
And heard the voice say "Son
What is it you're up to?"
Looking like an accident
Waiting to happen
Politics, money or dope
Empty pockets, emptier hope
You could've been all tucked in tonight
Ted Kopel could've been your night
Light. Instead we're both out here
Looking like accidents
Waiting to happen
Good cop Yang and bad cop Yin. .
Strap on cuffs and take him on in
Yin says "This is just like shotgun fishing
We ought to come back to this hole again"
Bitten lip bantor, loose leaf panthers
Way too wordy an episode. .
Likes to ride standing up
On a bumpier road
Yang says "What do you think, the kid
He was trying to say?"
The kid screams out "I'm just and accident
I didn't plan i tthis way."
Pathfinder, 'tween wrath and rage
Time displayed of the open page
(Duct tape solo)
Pathfinder. . .Well displayed