O Desolation
Fear-li-ess
I feel fear-li-esslike the cheat grass thats eating up your bones;Young mustang, that I amwith taut muscles to please my little girl. And the bathtub,with its black ring,Is the only place I see god these days.Because the blind faithof the children is no reason to give praise.I feel fear-li-esslike the artist who doesn't love the craft;Young mustang, that I amthe cavalier who will surely die too young. I'm the lone whoreof this small town,egocentric, sexual, and shy. And the blind faithin tradition is no reason to feel safe.way up high,so damn high,so down here,way down here,way up high,so damn high,. . . I wrote the Great American Novel in four months.
From Letras Mania