Saturday, February 26, 2005

Mad Mad Michael

Mad Mad Michael

He was on the tombstone train
He was screaming down the tracks
He was wearing blood soaked boots
And he was never coming back

He had got himself a ticket
He had got himself some gold
And all he had do to get it
Was sell pieces of his soul

He was rotting from the inside
He was dying at the core
But this one wasn't going to stop
He still wanted just a little more

He pushed them all aside
And took the throttle in his hand
Slammed it all the way forward
He was ridin the ride of the damned

9:22 pm
transcribed this time
9:24 pm

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