No prize advice from the late John Wayne. Before the white man came to the land of the Indian brave. To break my guitar and steal my heart. Is to shoot a cowboy’s horse so you don‘t have to starve. I ain’t ever seen no bones weep for beauty only skin deep. I wish this here city were beautiful underneath. I’d like to introduce the side effects of emetic vanity. I regret to inform you simply can’t afford their luxury. The crowd shouts out we need a hero cut by silence then screams. A crusader can carry our inner desire and our dying dreams. A martyr willing to be crucified. For the cowardice in men’s eyes choke birds like anvils from the sky. Sown your seeds to cut grassroots. Sold them for forbidden fruits. Traded my chips for the one on my shoulder. And my soul for two worn out shoes. I’m a fool just not for you.
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