Goddammit
I’m sure your panties wet
don’t need another pet
since Pistache’ been outta here
and we haven’t seen a single thing we like
an upsetting undermining time
I don’t know where I’m going but I’ll be leaving here tonight
pistola in my belt I’m all the way just now passing hell gathering some speed headed further south
if we never get there then we’re already gone
a fucking shot of vodka in the meantime
carry me off and sing me to smithereens
if you could read my lips then it’s known that
they kept our drugs and left us stranded in Bombay.
Has this ever been a problem for you guys to share a ride
we ain’t riding dirty anymore we’re just trying to get back to New Orleans or at least close, closer than where we are right now.
I met a band of gypsies and they had got me drunk
they asked if I had a soul for sale
I said get fucked
I danced until I must have collapsed
and now we’re eating breakfast
a whole goat is on the table
snake charmers everywhere
I went for a gun once we were ducking knives
now we’re fucking running for our lives
1. never give up your drugs.
2. keep your mouth off a gypsy wife
3. have your own back.

© Cody Cleen