Im a sour mash rat
Im a little off the track
a genuine South Saginaw Street heart attack
Im handing out hell
and taken none back
I got the bad kung-fu
and the walking flu
Im a double barrel prophet in a 442
made a deal with the devil
now the marker is due
Im rolling with a witch
she like to make me twitch
she gave Rudy Valintino
the seven year itch
she led a bloody revolution
crawling out of the ditch
We’re a walk in thunder
we’re calling down the rain
I like a little trouble
she likes a little pain
burn the world, double back
and maybe do it again.
Poetry