Kill Creek Stretch
I'm on target to be the bastard of the year for two in a
row. And if I'm careful, I'll run away with my arms full;
a trophy room for the shameful where I can hang your head
up on my wall for big game. Darlin' you fight that hard
and stretch that fine. And I will fake my way around, and
drive a stretch. I'm trying to avoid the set of rules
that tie you here. It's easy. When you break down it only
feeds me, 'cause I'm getting through. And if it leads me
to drive away our misleading, apologies are diseasing. I
will hang your head up on my wall for big game. Darlin'
you fight that hard and stretch that fine. We'll drive a
stretch; drive away from kid town forever. And I'll drive
it all; drive the point home to your weak head. And I
will fake my way around, and drive a stretch. I'm trying
to avoid the set of rules that tie you here, and I...
