Impartial

Sprinkle on the dust of Dammit

Live an old mans life, die a young mans death.

Sell your lies like apple pies

I drift on those seas with my thistle heart

hurt without hurting looks

when all else fails, talk to machines

my names not jackass, but it is my specialty

heal from wounds with my master's special tea

I sold myself for cents

to get behind that infernal fence

the boss holden passsed by the chance

just to see but can be franchise

cancerous lumps of coal

to keep us from the cold

leaps and bounds

ahead of cats

which just huddle up like folded clothe

I got three cocks at the slots

forever indebted to the last coin drop

who didn't make it in the hole