All along the watchtower.

'i'd be right happy to talk about my soul.
i'll tell you about my life of sin while i do my chores.
now fella's, there was this one time i could not abide all the lust in my heart.'

your black socks thought they would save another,
i said 'no,'
and my will was done.


posted by lee deville at 12:45 PM