Gather the ghost, set the tires burning
Draining the keg til their fists are itching
Maybe
The cops will break it up
One cast between and a hex is spoken
Old flames will gather the teeth that spill
Resigned
Some things will never change
Suspect, another dock caressed
And backsides always attract the flies
Just like her car's
Burned out carriage
The blackest smoke from the palest faces
Good thing the parents can't smell the traces
Blacked out
Or sleeping in the woods?
She's staring down as the taillights scatter
Three hills the end for this vacant chapter
Only
So much to blame on youth
Live fast, lose sight of middle age
Your death wish could never keep the pace
Come on, give us
One last encore