i'll never ride the bullet,
but i ride the lightning in the dead of night,
seeking and destroying
every shadow caused by the light you shed
on this underfed, underdressed,
overworked and overstressed wreck,
screaming all the lyrics
to every song you ever inspired
less the dead should wake
and mistake my right to life as made
to dig an early grave, i may
persuade these delegates to wave
my right to lay awake and fake
an interest in my fate
'cause in the wake of just-in-case
is place-your-bets-with-haste
forget your good intentions,
but don't forget to mention
how you've come this far
and for what i'll reckon is a
farce as far as luck's concerned
and as sure a thing as fire burns
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