Papa Johnny Road

Down Poppie Johnny Road, nobody hears your name. Life that I was lovin', like stealin' a ride on a train. Wanna steal a ride on a train. . Crawlin' in the dirt all night.

Party At Your Mama's House

Nobody's Loss

And we're rolling down the windows for this ride. And there's not much time to take things slow. We will turn our heads into the sunrise. As the storms rage in the west.

Mercy

Wall's bricked with books. Pages bricked with words. Each mark has been stained in your honor. Ground shadow staggers restless. From the window cross the candle to the corner.

Imitation Leather Shoes

My little brother is an insect. He likes to crawl around his room. His mother shudders at the sight of him. His pappy is a businessman. . Every move he makes is torture.