Beetle Road
I’m on the wrong side
of the beetle road
because I see a taxi waiting
in a pool of blood
Guitar strings pluckin’
and I’m still hunting
for the note
that’s gonna make you cry
Every number has been called
I’m still waiting on the
beetle road
hoping for my ride to get here soon
I missed it before
and the sun’s turned green
only in this city
can a hero be a fiend
Towers screech
people too
lovely times waiting
on beetle road
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