Stripped down

Hit or missTouch and goGet your ducksIn a rowSteer clear of theForrestAnd the meadowsGrowlCause they willTake you downFrom the HudsonTo the NileFrom your deepestDarkest desireStretched milesWideRipping the fabricOf timeIts not whats onThe insideJust go ahead andSmileDrive the bansheesWildSee for yourselfOpen eyes butDead on the insideLets take a rideMaybe we will liveMaybe we will dieAnd greet the dawnUpon our arrivalOur Heads hang lowAnd we countAnd we countTalley the daysMistakesAs we rack up theMilesTheres nothing newIn my fantasiesNothing new hereExcept the stainsExcept this pile ofTrashNothing is addingUpEverything is slidingDownCome to me at aRapid paceJust once just forOnceLet me downLay me downPick me from outOf the crowdThen go aheadBuild me up toBlow me down
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