Trip Shakespeare Two Wheeler, Four Wheeler
Two Wheeler, Four Wheeler
I could move the boxes
Four Wheeler, yeah
In the honey time of youth
When the wind had sweet breath
When the rent was way down
I would haul for no man
But found by the birth horse
Held by the earth weight
I came down to find a job
In the town of Doomland
The bone-fingered workhorse
Became the dark seedbed
She became the blood mattress
Flesh crib of my baby
But when the rent was way down
In the honey time of youth
When the wind had sweet breath
I would haul for no man