Kid, don’t lose your cool, it’s still too soon to have to choose a brighter doom
It’s hard to believe, but I can see how there could be so little left to lose
(Cracking open skulls like cans of beans on Christmas Eve)

Mama’s not okay, she lights a candle for every day that you’re away
Today could be the one she burns the motherfucker down her final act of grace
In an endless, pointless race

Kid, you’re under fire, your
Life is coming down to the wire
Maybe you’ll take the Captain’s hand, carry
His ship through burning sands
Cradle your rifle like a man

Mama says „No way,” she’s lost it all, you’ve got to stay to make her pay
She knows the fiend upon the throne’s a goddam sucker for the stone
Until the day he dies alone


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