Throw a horse of horseback in front
Just because
Life is just,
Life is just
Situous
Matter of infest in fuss
Riding silences, questin’ offertunities
They ride by and you’re on your own side in last place
Always traveling in the same place
Situated, working class wheeled heals
Someone give neighbour and heal
For all of these feet of steel
The shoes across the shores drown and deal with
The loneliest rebellions
It must have been an oblivion, an obvious vision
Life is just, nout but serious
Always going the same places, what’s the deal of it
Always seeing the same faces, what do we think of it
Life is just a hang
Sheriff yourself, cherish
Don’t be a hangman
Throw ove' dea' maestro
run alone
ride alon'(g)
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