Oh and for my contribution, and the soul's lack of retribution, I would ask the Lord's forgiveness, on my very bended knee. It's the tale of Johnny Rotten, who was lonely and forgotten. Its the tale of my only brother, and its the tale of one bad seed. We hit snow on the road to Laramie. We all heard about that mess, but that town ain't nothing different than the rest.
Poor man do the bidding for the rich man.
Those rednecks are just doing what the classy fuckers' thinking. Hey all you jokers hunting seasons over. Hey coalition lay down your mission. What we need is a little addition, an ounce of prevention, and the weight of the law. Cause without something you could put your finger on, somewhere somebodys gonna call, call out Laramie Hey all you jokers hunting seasons over.