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Fist Full of Tokens

by MachineGun Wolf

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My Ma is America. My Pa is a guitar burning I was burn clutching tightly to the last page turning. Bad men at the back door. This is what sneakers are for. Give me all you’ve got, or I’ll take even more. There’s a question hanging somewhere. I’m to haggard to care. Trainman is coming my way, and I don’t have the fare. Beyond guessing and knowing, that’s exactly where I’m going. Between two shoes and a hat, that’s exactly where I’m at. I am rapidly uncoiling. Ignoring every warning. Past the first star on the right and I am strapped in until morning. My velocity is set. No time for regret. I am slinking through the dungeons where the demons and I met. There’s a question hanging somewhere. I’m to haggard to care. Trainman is coming my way, and I don’t have the fare. Beyond guessing and knowing, that’s exactly where I’m going. Between two shoes and a hat, that’s exactly where I’m at. Bob Dylan is dead. His shirt is soaked in red. He shares a coffin with Clark Kent. It’s lined with lead. Ten degrees to the left. It’s a pardon from death. Leave your shoes at the door, and place your bets.
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Adam took his gun for a walk down town. Adam smiled as he mowed them down. You don’t have the balls to give a hug. Now you’re staring down the barrel of a gun. You point your finger at him? You point your finger at me? You point your finger at them? But you should be pointing your finger at you. Blood reigns down on your comfort. Watching Rome burn from your chair. Blood pours forth from your children. And all you can do is stare. Adam took his gun for a walk down town. Adam smiled as he mowed them down. You don’t have the balls to give a hug. Now you’re staring down the barrel of a gun.
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Rest your eyes as the carousel is turning. Wake up years later and your world is burning. You don’t know why you smell like kerosene. Candy in your pockets, hands covered in vaseline. Hit your face ‘till the blood comes out. Why would I talk to you when I could shout? I could open my arms if you need a christ. Haven’t heard complaints from the rats and the mice. As sure as shit & taxes. As sure as dusk is dawn. As sure as prophylactics. As sure as right is wrong. Got a date with death. It’s right before lunch. You live everyday, but you only die once. The truth is out there. I want to believe. It’s written on a card up the smoking man’s sleeve. Put food in your mouth. Put air in your lungs. Stop and stare as the villain is hung. Don’t ask yourself why it hurts to ask why. Eat shit every day, and then you die. As sure as wolf to gun. As sure as shark to fin. As sure as pulling out. As sure as breathing in. Wolf on the hill, and he’s looking hungry. Wolf at the door, and he’s looking at me. Wolf on the hill, and he’s looking hungry. There’s a wolf in the house, and he’s looking at me.
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When the candle burns down draw a card from the stack. Nothing rings as true as black on black. Pump up the jams. Tear it down. Play it faster. I can taste the blood of your former master. When I look in your eyes, I can see you’re a pup. I can’t find reason for ever growing up. Strike up the band. Slap a key. Bang a drum. Turn the record around. Watch me rattle hum. When you get no respect you don’t have to give a shit. What good is canned food when you can’t open it? When you get no respect you don’t have to give a shit. What good is canned food when you don’t know how to open it. Drew the curtain back, but there was nobody there. What shocked me the most is that I don’t even care. Throw it all up. Take my hand. Shine a light. Let me teach you something about wrong and right. Take a moment to breathe. Then give it back. If you value your father don’t step on that crack. Hail to the chief. Turn around. Kill a clown. I’ll see you yesterday at the lost and found. When you get no respect you don’t have to give a shit. What good is canned food when you can’t open it? When you get no respect you don’t have to give a shit. What good is canned food when you don’t know how to open it. Blank pages are clean, but filled ones have more to say. All your sand castles are gonna fall to the sea one day. When you get no respect you don’t have to give a shit. What good is canned food when you can’t open it? When you get no respect you don’t have to give a shit. What good is canned food when you don’t know how to open it.
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Don’t be so hard on yourself. There’s just nothing you can do. It’s a drawn out minor chord, and it’s playing just for you. Bottom shelf. Center line. You’re number one on my list. It takes a certain kind of man to face a hard truth, but that’s you. Tit for tat and one for one. Keep the suites and pigs on the run. Tit for tat and one for one. Pull the tiger’s tail just for the fun. We make it up. We make it up as we go. We make it up. We make it up as we go. So let your heart light glow, and let your best friends know. We are the Naugy dogs. We make it up as we go. Pull tears from a gaslight. Passing cops on the right. We are the valley scum. We make it up as we go. Tit for tat and one for one. Keep the suites and pigs on the run. Tit for tat and one for one. Stick your little thing inside a nun. We make it up. We make it up as we go. We make it up. We make it up as we go.
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released March 22, 2013

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