Ain’t that cold

I been told a thousand times
that holster on my hip
ain’t the only way to make a stand

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then they steal (name it healing)
strip the bullets from my mind
jack me up to kick and twist

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electricate both lobes until
élan succumbs to gravity
stars flicker GOD points a finger

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points THAT finger says christ
not you again, if I had a star
for every time… Ain’t that cold

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