Severe Tire Damage Evariste
By: Dexter Kozen
Pen dry, hand aching
Red sky, dawn breaking
Candle low, fever high
Today I'm going to die
Evariste
Sweet song in my ear
Than on one else could hear
Got it down, but there's no time
No time to make it rhyme
Evariste
{Bridge}
Blood pound, adrenalin run
Turn round, face to the sun
Raise arm, point gun
So much left undone
Evariste
