Right, let me see. I'm here to whistle blow. Straight down through sand and twang. When I was just a baby, my mama told me son, I'm always good boy, I don't have a play with guns, but I shot a man in Reno's just watching die. When I hear the whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry. I'm here to whistle blow. I should have wore a frisky. I'm here to whistle blow. When I left the trick stops in, an avenger gun and guard, the problem it's drinking with skin, smoked in bits of cars, but I know I can't be free. But those people keep on moving and that's what torches me. Well, as they scream different, this prison that wherever train was flying, I'd probably move it on a little further down the line, but if I'm close to him, that's where I want to stay. And I let the volts away.