Whiskey Explosion
Whiskey explosion
Over my head
I count to ten
Like mother always said
Sleep tight my sweet bird
He said lovingly
Time cascaded down from the mount
Winding like a deep road
Ominous like the moon
She screams with a rebel yell
Crying
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