I’m tired and I’m worn. I don’t think I’ll ever win against the storm. In my mind, a picture of you is a Cracker-Jack Tattoo; Something that’ll wash off with very little to do.
Days go by on the planet Earth. You can live alone. You can die without….. You can die without….. You can die without….. Ever thinking forth….. Ever thinking forth….. Ever thinking forth….. You can die without ever thinking forth.
Presented here on the planet Earth, You can die without ever thinking forth, Ever thinking forth.
Days go by and years collide, People hold their hands out wide.
‘A Cracker Jack Tattoo With Very Little To Do’ Cerro Cockworm and The Batter 2014