Take What I Need
rum lips and a sweaty microphone
cut from a cloth called keep going
he really put me in a corner
sharp like a beat dog
devil taught me plenty tricks
I shed my collar
packed my bag
full of teeth and nails
a ticket to anywhere
this land could’ve had grip
now it’s me on horseback
limping over rubble
rifle with a green dot
blue smoke dull light
muggy weather dirty lungs
and a haunted stage