[...] and there was this man dressed in red branson they called him I think they called him branson or ranson not sure bout that I crossed the sthreet he had this red nose of ribbons thought he was kinda fighter then that night there was the shooting at the silver bar I was crossing that sthreet and the party started: heavy load on me buddies that period was surely high lemmie tell ya you can never be so sure are your eyes able to see that night I saw a double murder on R-61 aside the main sthreet in the heart of the state black mamba snakes gators football matches on tvs beers gallons of whiskey the life on the fuckin missie the water queen of this universe ehy I tell ya what I tell you I’m tired retired every little drop that can rest can remains in this world of centuries all this affair this human existence this human consequence the man in red was called RED funny but he was scarlet I didn’t pretend an equal life low life I do not ever understand all of you words we’re all surrounded by words words and people and now tell me in what do you believe religion wives whores a fuckin black hole what do ya believe all this stuff maybe she was a prost and she was my sis what are gonna do bout it no way man outside fields n nuthin they wash the sthreets they wash the roads highways factories houses farms the whole country and they go on and on and on to make this nation clean and neat [...]
