Dear Tyrone

January 13, 2015

We like to get drunk and go terrorize the town, but the cops are catchin on and the law's crackin down.

Time to go search for a new joy ride, so we have some excitement to help pass the time.

The town of Tyrone is a quiet little one, but since I moved in the place is coming undone.

Can't sit at a church by yourself anymore cause one time we snuck in so they locked up the door.

The youth in my bones has a nasty desire so I grab the gasoline and go start a couple fires.

I'm not gonna stop making my own fun but when the cops get involved you either hide out or run.

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