Gone Jackals (The)
Increased Chances
The population is greatly decreased.And now the odds are greatly increased.That i may someday get a chance,To kiss your lips.I thank the lo-o-ord each day,For the apocalypse.Folks are mostly disfigured or deadBut, sugar, i wont let it go to my head.My mama's face has dripped down into the dirt.But i'm still chasin' chitlins, whiskey and skirt.
From Letras Mania