wingside (ujc), 2009

in my riverboat,

a show boat,

a glow  note

its nothing but showbiz,

talkin with a lisp,

take a listen to this shit,

they dont make men like me no more,

generated man being man,

i put my hands in the sand as i first drift back to this land.

secounds i crawl then i walk then turn these sticks into my castle

its constant battle,

but im standing in line ready to die with my guitar by my side.

-j

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