So you say you've been a banion. And you don't own this life oh like you own this road. And it's a long hot drive out of the city tonight. And as you watch them sleep you don't know what you know. Make it a swear make it unclear just make it as easy as you can. Tank in the yard, thorn in the eyes. It's all about sacrifice and wealth. Make it a swear make it unclear. I'm easy and simple like a prayer. Tank in the yard, thorn up the eyes. But don't ever compromise yourself. Ah the rain. How it breathes life back into this worn and weathered soil like a whiskey cane. And you talk in your sleep and you know that you do. How you'll die like a rose that's been touched. I can never believe you again. I'm a blip on your television screen.