1858 Original

I'd never seen any drive a beetle like you
Pushing the pedals in them military boots
Tequila and lime soaked afternoon
Flames licked our heels
The heart filled hum of last night's drunk
A lover's strangle hold on hope we bump
The motor back fires like a shooting gun
And we're peeled

We roll
The world down the back of our throats
Spit the drips out the window

We don't talk about the breakfast beers
The glass valentines that are littered everywhere
Or that we can taste dilution walking sipping cacti wine
To the Miller love lite thats shining through
Before the roaring 2020's flu
Zelda all I need is the whiskey and you
Dizzy and not confused

We roll
The world down the back of our throats
Spit the drips out the window

Scotty
Don't bother with the ending
It's not where we're heading

We roll
The world down the back of our throats
Spit the drops out the window



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Writer(s): Daniel Ormsby
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