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