I could go for a comedown
A little rupture in the solid ground
A little rain from the plain white clouds
I could go for a comedown
I'm a mile from a breakdown
A deaf ear in the cyclone sound
A pair of dimples that used to be a frown
A long mile from a breakdown
I've got a mistress in the moonshine
And I can hear her calling through the pines
It's been a while since I felt her hand in mine
I've got a mistress in the moonshine
I've got a taste for the hard times
Like a fruit fly to a rotting black vine
I'll take the poison and you can drink the wine
I've got a taste for the hard times
Doctor, Doctor I'm bored
Like a housewife that used to be a whore
I'm full of bullets and I need to go to war
Doctor, Doctor I'm bored
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