July 3rd
So might be the intent of misunderstood words and words, are delivered in soft confession to those boys in the lonely memorial park. I saw my good friend Bill there, kissed my forehead and gave me ONE THOUSAND HAIL MARY’S! then lost my marbles in the game.
Could of bet they were a bunch of lyin cheats yes sir! instead followed them to the river to wash the shit off my feet in vain and light up a bomber, but it just kills him, all the people now dead in the ground, so i just kiss his forehead and give him a thousand Hail Mary’s.
(2013)
